
Pressure Point by
The Zutons
Have you ever stopped singing "Don't Stop Believin'" and told yourself, "I don't really believe."? I know that sounds like a real downer. But I'm serious. Not the surface feeling that you use to defeat your insecurities. I'm talking about that deep feeling you get where you say, "I still don't fully know who I am and I don't believe in myself."
In an ideal world, I would just sleep on it. The strange part is that I realized my feelings are tied to my fears, anxieties, and doubts. The fear of disappointing myself and others. Maybe I won't survive in screenwriting class. Maybe I will quit on myself. Maybe my teachers think I'm terrible at this or that. There is one thing that makes me cut out thoughts like this. I'm caught up with the little picture of life. Something's bigger than the grade or the butter. It's the grit, the flour, the love you put into your life that counts.
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