I used to do this every single day for over a year. It was meant as an exercise to force me to write something everyday; an exercise meant to prime the creative pump and, hopefully, lead to something better than the usual diarrhea of the brain. But then I stopped because I thought, who the hell cares what I have to say anyway?
Sometimes, rarely, I wrote something that resonated with people and they were all, you’re pretty good at this. Hell, a couple of you even paid me for it. Weird.
Like most of you, I am riddled with self-doubt. To the few of you that aren’t… how the fuck do you do it? That’s not rhetorical. I really want to know how you get up every single day and just know that this is your world for the taking?
I am also the king of giving the best advice I would never take myself. Not unique, I know. But I am going to do something that is really uncomfortable for me. I am going to give myself the same advice I would give to you if you were (and I know you likely are) riddled w…
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