I am sharing a post today that spoke to me this week. I like to do that sometimes on Fridays. It seems like a friendly thing to do and since friendly and Friday start with the same letter, well you see my logic, right?
The title itself was enough to draw me in: Sometimes I Think Horrible Things About Myself. I have never met Tamara in person, though I hope to one day. She has an amazing way with words, almost as amazing as her photography. Sometimes I just get lost…
So when I saw this post that I had to read, I knew instantly that she’s not alone in her thoughts and I knew that I wanted you to read it too.
She starts her post with these words:
There are some posts that are harder to publish than others.
I used to get nervous every time I hit the “publish” button. I’d sort of duck my head, as if you could all see me at the very moment a blog post took to the web. I used to feel sick, although not severely, unless it was something really hard to write. I think I felt a little crazy when I was publishing my love story – even crazier when I was writing it to the music I used to listen to when I first lived it. I felt like how I had felt then – but all at once. Sometimes then, and sometimes now – I felt/feel like this:
You will want to click here Sometimes I Think Horrible Things About Myself and finish reading…trust me.