I’ve always been a writer. When others played with Barbies, I wrote stories which my dad illustrated and bound so they resembled a real book. Then I embarked on writing my great teen novel, followed by my songwriting phase. I really should dig out some of my old stuff and post it, just for giggles.
Now I blog.
I’m not the best. The wittiest. The fastest. The most verbose, reflective, or introspective. People apply the creative label to me, overestimating my abilities, and I aspire to levels beyond my current capability.
But I believe you don’t need to be the best at everything. Nor should you try to be. Maybe like me, you have too many interests. Books. A musical instrument. Movies. Photography. Cooking. If you enjoy what you do, then that’s enough.
Personally, I have to resist the internal urge to try to write an amazing, insightful, or otherwise awesomesauce blog post every single day (damn some of you whom I won’t name; you set the bar bloody high), and instead I’ll muddle along in my own middle of the road fashion.
Do you ever feel the pressure to be a better blogger? Or to excel at something you really do just for fun?