How many of you feel the pressure to conform?
Perhaps it’s the pressure to be like your group of friends. Maybe it’s felt from your family. Or maybe it’s the office index set by the management that really doesn’t care about individuals but the widgets that are produced.
I’ve often felt the pressure from all of the above at various times but I have to admit, most of the time it comes from within me. I suppose it stems from feelings of inadequacy growing up that I have often compared myself to those around me.
Don’t! It’s a dead end street. We should not compare ourselves to others. My writing is not like anyone else’s. My bullet journaling is not like anyone else’s. My daily agenda is not like anyone else’s. There are similarities, but they are not the same. For instance, a couple of years ago a friend linked me to a site called I write like. I plugged in a couple of passages into their program and it came up that I wrote like Corey Doctorow. Hmmm, I had never read that author so I plugged in a different passage. That one came up that I wrote like Anne Rice. Wow! I know her work well! So what does that mean? It means that I have the potential to be a great author but it’s still up to me to tap that potential.
So what does that mean? It means that I have the potential to be a great author, but it’s still up to me to tap that potential.
I’ve been looking at Youtube videos of what other people do with their planners and feeling grossly inadequate. I don’t make pretty little doodles or have fantastic handwriting. I have trouble drawing a straight line and my writing is a mess. I spent the better part of yesterday feeling like a complete failure because my bullet journal wasn’t as nice as so and so’s, my writing was lackluster after making an attempt to focus, and my to-do list was growing at twice the rate that I was completing tasks.
Hello darkness my old friend, (admit it, you sang that didn’t you?) oh hey self-doubt! Decided to drop in and pay me a visit, eh?
OH, I see you brought guilt along to join the party.
OH, this isn’t a party?
My bad. It’s a board of interrogation and accusation?
So . . . . not a party? I’m sorry, you’ll have to go. I don’t have time for this nonsense. Did you not read my most recent blog post?
I am me! A one of a kind original with a unique voice that needs to be heard!
And this is the method that I have chosen to express my creativity, give my two cents worth, and offer encouragement to others!
This applies to my bullet journal as well. The whole point is to help me be more productive and organized. It’s not about what other people are doing. It’s not about what other people are writing. It’s not about what other people have as hobbies, or how they cook or eat or pursue their happiness.
My natural bent is to be an encourager. Sometimes my approach may be of the “suck it up buttercup” variety, but that’s what we need from time to time. I’m not a plasticine Barbie dream. I’m not any sort of fashion diva. I like my jeans, my yoga pants, and leather jacket. I adore high heels but rarely wear them because they hurt my feet. You wear what you want and I’ll wear what I want.
I don’t really have anything against anyone with blond hair, my sister is a natural blond and I love her dearly. I have friends that are blond and have no problem with them. It’s often just a joke. I have a wry sense of humor and the snark flows freely. If it offends your delicate sensibilities, perhaps what you really need is a good belly laugh.
Thank goodness that I have friends that remind me of my worth on occasion.
One truth that should be remembered each and every day:
Whatever that looks like for you, BE IT!
Write on my friends, write on!