I’m an avid reader of Jess Lively’s blog.
Last year there was a turn-a-round in the blogosphere, caused by one of Jess’ posts entitled ‘Things I’m afraid to tell you’. It sparked a wave of prominent bloggers, to open up and admit to their readers that their lives weren’t as perfect as they seemed on their blogs. I think this was such a great idea. With social media throwing us images of perfection at every click, it’s refreshing to have people be so open and honest. Reading many of the posts that were written as a result, made me feel so much better about myself.
I’m feeling a little bit overwhelmed at the moment, and so I thought it might be a nice idea to get my own problems off of my chest… I’m a year late to the party, but who cares. This post is for no one but me, anyway.
I regularly feel overwhelmed, and I fear this is heavily due to my continuous procrastination. If I’m honest with myself, I’m not nearly as busy as I feel I am, simply because I spent half the amount of time I should be spending on work, on other less important things.
I always second guess my design skills. I know that I’m a good designer, but somehow I always manage to feel inferior to some of the other people I studied with.
I was disappointed with my final mark for my Btech. (Although this wasn’t my fault, and was entirely the fault of my lecturers who spent too little time marking, in my opinion.)
Since I finished 3rd year and stopped seeing my 3 best friends at varsity everyday, life has become much less fun and far less bright and sparkly. In other words, I haven’t enjoyed life nearly as much since 2011.
I’m terrified that I won’t get to start a business with those 3 wonderful friends from varsity.
I’m scared that I won’t be able to design and code websites, even though I just spent the same amount of money it cost me to study for a year at varsity, on two month-long short courses all about HTML & CSS & PHP.
I’m an absolute mess in the kitchen. It is IMPOSSIBLE for me to make a normal breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast and not have something go incredibly wrong.
I often worry that a married life and children won’t be enough to keep me happy one day. (That’s a very scary one.)
Sometimes I regret being a graphic designer and think that I should have been a journalist and news reporter instead. That’s not very often though.
I always seem more confident than I’m feeling.
Sometimes I wish I had someone to stick up for me the way I stick up for other people.
I’m scared that I’m not going to finish all the marking that I have to do before I leave for Europe in June. Ugh.