My biggest enemy.
Over the course of this month, a fellow blogger and growing acquaintance has honoured me with a lovely term – ‘lazy genius’. I was very happy. Half of the term belonged to genius. It’s a good thing right? The delusion was short-lived. It’s not. It just goes to show my inability to recognise my own potential. This self-realisation tends to leave one with a bitter aftertaste. When others can clearly see your strengths, but you are in some dreamy drug-induced haze, the immense possibilities of the universe seem a far cry.
This is a learning for myself and I intend to make changes and reorient myself accordingly, because I certainly don’t want to end the year the way I started it, wound up with a bunch of resolutions I’m trying to wrap my head around. Mostly in the daily reverie of work and home pressure, a sense of stagnation sets in and the earlier ability to launch myself in strange and challenging situations is diminishing with passing time. A lot of time is spent mulling over situations that turn into grand spectacles in my head and constant second-guessing, that forces me to chicken out of newer experiences and expeditions. This has got to stop. Now.
I never knew I would say this, but blogging has become quite therapeutic for me. It’s the practice of writing daily (thanks to daily writing challenges), the practice of thinking daily (and I mean thinking really hard for ideas) and connecting with similar blogging souls that leave me enriched and inspired.
Participating in Half Marathon Blogging Challenge – Day 3 – with Blogchatter.