Wouldn’t you know it? Spring has come and gone, followed by the beginning of Summer. Now I’m finding myself at the start of July, wondering how the past year went by so fast. But don’t I say that every year? I’ll promise to stop, just as I am trying to force myself to stop talking about the weather.
I’m about a week or so into my third semester of school. It’s strange to think that I’m officially past the halfway point–as in, there’s really no turning back now, nuh-uh, not at all, nice try but all the tangible and intangible stuff that I’ve gained from the June residency has kept me pretty excited about the rest of the year.
It’s still hard to sit down and actually write. There’s always that nagging doubt in the back of my mind like a stern, sarcastic voice that’s constantly judging and reminding me that I could be doing something more productive or–even worse–a lot easier. Like eating snacks.
But I should get used to the whole judging thing. That’s happened a lot this past week.
The biggest take away from Oregon was that from my semester advisor, who told me that self doubt
was is good. That it’s our brain’s way of waving the red flag to alert that something isn’t quite right with our instincts yet and that it’s totally okay. The best thing to do is to try to figure it out and make it work.
So I’ll be sitting here, embracing all of my self doubt and trying to figure out how to make it work.