Hi, guys! I dedicate this post to the things that I realised I had too much of. Can you relate to this?
I’ve worried too much about my hair. In the end, it’s just hair. So I think I’m going to let it be and live my life without thinking too much about it. Sometimes, it happens to me to focus on a thing (a part of my present life, of my past, of my body, of my mind) and decide that I have to solve it, to perfect it, to fix it in some way. I get stuck thinking about that thing and I take the worst decisions about it, while at the same time I forget about more important things, like taking pleasure from what currently works. Does it happen to you too?
I felt for too long the pressure to be creative and earning a living from my creativity. I felt like I had a sort of imperative, a sign placed above my head telling: “If you have a talent, you must put it to fruit!”. Sometimes it was something silly, like: “You can’t be happy with a menial job!” Sorry, but actually I can. I work in a store, I am a simple sales advisor and, so long, it has been a nice and fulfilling experience. Every day I go there, I look at what are my mansions for the day, I carry out them, I help the customers, I talk with my colleagues, I learn something new, and then I say bye to everyone and come back to my home leaving every job worry at my job place. It’s refreshing. You can be happy with a simple life and simple job, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.
I’ve paid too much attention at how other people express their creativity and I’ve tried too much to feel good imitating them. I think you already know how it goes: if you consider yourself a writer, you must write a novel. If you want to be published, you must write into this genre. If you want to get readers, you have to grow an audience through social media networking, through your blog, your Facebook, your Tumblr, your Instagram, your NewHype. I don’t care. No more. I felt obliged for so long to adhere to this scheme that anytime I seated at my desk I felt at the same time frustrated and guilty. It turned my moments of creativity into a prison. I felt obliged to express myself with a voice that is not mine and I wrote a novel that I don’t like. I used to find all the possible excuses to not promote it, to not translate it into English, and, in the end, I stopped writing fiction entirely. As always, you can express the solution in a stupidly simple way: if you don’t feel like doing it, don’t. But one of the pieces of advice you find the most around the Internet is also “go out of your comfort zone”. So, how do you distinguish between something that is simply out of your comfort zone and something that doesn’t work for you? That’s not easily said. Maybe you should give it a try and see for yourself and then… trust your guts.
Is there something more? Yes! I’ve talked too much about myself, I think I’m going to do it a little less after this post 😉 And you? There is something that you think you had too much of? Would you like to share it? In the meanwhile, as always, thank you for your precious time.