Have any of you felt like you weren’t sure whether you were good enough? Like all of a sudden, you weren’t sure you had it in you to be whatever you had decided to be. All I had wanted to be for most of my life was a teacher, then, for reasons beyond my control I had to look for alternatives. I believed and still believe that I am a capable teacher, not just because of my qualifications – although, that definitely helps – but because I have worked in classrooms as a volunteer, as a practice teacher, as a supply teacher, etc. I have all the experience telling me it is true. I CAN TEACH! I am good at getting to know my students, at understanding where they are struggling, what makes them interested, and what can help them be successful.
As an emerging writer, a newbie, a person with no credentials screaming “she can do this” and little experience to back up the idea — how do I convince myself that this is possible? How do I know that I can become a writer, that there may be an audience looking forward to my stories, a reader just waiting to read my book?
You would think that having a mentor who believes in you, friends, family, a critique group telling you that you can do this would be enough. You would think that I could believe them, even if I can’t believe myself. Sometimes I do, I believe them for awhile. I actually think, this is possible, I have found my calling.
Then, out of nowhere, a shadow of doubt falls across the page, my words start to look silly, contrived, boring, and my belief wavers. I start to think, this is a joke, I am not capable of writing books, stories, poems, articles; heck, I don’t even know if this blog is worth while. What right do I have to believe that any of this is possible for me? Who am I to think that I can be a writer that anybody ever knows about? Where does that audacity come from?
I worry that I am making a laughing stock of myself. Last thing I need right now is to be making a mistake that turns whatever reputation I had into something for a comedy sketch. I want to find a path that leads me toward…something.
Anyway, let’s chalk this post up to late night musings. Pondering the pitfalls of trying something new.
It doesn’t hurt to keep working away on something, as it is with practice that we learn and grow. With any luck, I will learn to keep the imposter at bay and allow the writer to grow.
If any of you have had similar musings, feel free to share what you have done to move forward.