To be very honest with you, I had already concluded I wasn’t going to write anything today because I couldn’t think of any major thing I’m particularly proud of in my life at the moment.
Then I thought about this writing challenge, how this is the first time I’ve written something consecutively for six days, how this is the first time in a very long time I’ve been consistent in doing something I’m supposed to be doing.
I am my own worst critic, so sometimes after posting some of these pieces online, I shake my head in disgust and tell myself how crappy they are. As a result, I delete them few hours after posting or I just don’t bother, “What is dead may never die.”
I’m sort of a perfectionist and I’ve been in and out of a lot of self doubt and inadequacies — a terrible combo which I’ve allowed to prevent me from writing consistently for a long time.
So, right now, I’m at least proud of this consistency in my writing; the good, the bad, the ugly…at all, at all, na im bad pass.