Feeling entitled to being right can come at a steep cost.
It comes at the cost of making others feel unneeded, unheard, and unnecessary, because whatever we say or do will be overwritten by somebody who feels the need to be right.
Sooner or later, people will stop listening.
A little humility can go a long way.
When in doubt, do it anyways.
When being doubted, even more reason to try.
And a side note, using our doubts to test personal hypotheses and thoughts can be the best way out of a rut.
It’s the reason why I’m trying to share more of myself in these posts.
We can doubt all we want (it’s free and limitless), but there’s only one way to find out the truth.
A few years ago, you could find me doodling or writing in some page of my notebooks, except you wouldn’t be able to find any of it shared. I didn’t think it was any good, and I was even too embarrassed to share it with friends and family.
There was a part of me that was in fear I would be judged for expressing myself more than I usually did.
So I kept to myself.
I was prone to hiding.
It wasn’t until earlier this year when I started to go against my gut instinct to keep everything a secret.
I started sharing my fashion illustration work bit by bit at first, and then a pause. Friends were enjoying it and giving support, but again, I was unsure if this was what I wanted to do. Why would anyone care (and at the same time, do they have to care)? More importantly, why did I care?
Coming face to face with my hiding problem once again, I quickly grew tired of wanting things to be perfect before anyone saw it. I grew tired of “aesthetic feeds”. I wanted to talk about things that mattered to me, not just share pretty pictures.
And so now I do just that.
I’m overly certain that there are a lot more fittings and changes to go through, but I’m also overly relieved that what seemed to be a great personal ordeal is now addressed.