Comfort Zone Has Had My Life On Hold For Years

I’m fascinated by how deeply I’m in my comfort zone. I convinced myself that by moving to another country and making some other decisions only few can, I was living outside of my comfort zone. Yes, they were pretty scary at the time, but I can’t hold on to that one period of my life and use it to justify months of staying comfy and conforming to society’s ways.

Be Your Own Muse

I was sitting here this morning thinking what to do with all this creative energy that is dying to be released for days but can’t seem to find a way to do so. I kept thinking about what am I doing wrong, what is it that I’m not seeing. Then it hit me – I keep creating for somebody else. I keep creating that which I think would be appreciated by others, instead of being guided by my feelings. Creation shouldn’t come from a place of gaining recognition from others, rather creating for yourself – only that which lights you up from the inside.

Creative Confidence

   For years I believed I wasn’t a creative person. You see the way media portraits creatives and you get the idea how creativity comes only in that one form – a crazily talented person that knew she wanted to be a singer/actor/dancer, etc. from the age of three and have since then more or less worked on polishing that talent. Then here is the rest of us who have instead been polishing society’s idea of what our lives should look like

The Story of My Own Truth

      I have been successfully delaying writing a blog post for months as I was too afraid to put myself out into the world. I am terrified right now as I am writing this and imagining the moment of clicking the ‘publish’ button. But then I start to think of my life up until this point and how much I could have done, where I could have been if I wasn’t focusing so much on my weaknesses and what somebody else might think of me. What scares me the most is to feel the regret of not being myself for the rest of my life and always wondering what could have happened if I only felt courageous for a small fraction of time. So here I am, writing this intending to do one thing that scares me but in the same way, attracts like few others, and to prove myself I can do it.

      I have been successfully delaying writing a blog post for months as I was too afraid to put myself out into the world. I am terrified right now as I am writing this and imagining the moment of clicking the ‘publish’ button. But then I start to think of my life up until this point and how much I could have done, where I could have been if I wasn’t focusing so much on my weaknesses and what somebody else might think of me. What scares me the most is to feel the regret of not being myself for the rest of my life and always wondering what could have happened if I only felt courageous for a small fraction of time. So here I am, writing this intending to do one thing that scares me but in the same way, attracts like few others, and to prove myself I can do it.