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I’m Learning to Let go of my Work
If you love something, or just kinda like it, set it free.
It used to take me forever to publish anything. Not because it took me forever and a day to write it, but because I was afraid it wasn’t good enough. I’d sit and tweak and read and hem and haw until the days turned into weeks, turned into months. I wondered how people would react, if they would like it, if I said something wrong to get me banished on the internet. I wondered if it was any good, if I should edit it even more than I already had. I wondered if I had edited it too much and it sounded nothing like me. I wondered if anyone would like my writing voice, if it was good enough, if my grammar was good enough. I wondered when was the best time to release the piece, if more people would read it on a certain day or a certain month.
I wondered a lot about my pieces, but never about what would happen if I just hit publish and moved on.
Hitting that little green button that says publish can be scary. There are so many doubts and insecurities that creep up into your brain that you wonder if you should have written anything at all. I’ve slowly started to shy away from this type of thinking, not giving a damn what people think, but old, bad habits die hard.
