Mediocre

Lately, I’ve been half ass-ing life. My self esteem isn’t where it used to be. My self doubt has taken center stage and I question my abilities. No matter what I do, I’m not satisfied with my contribution. I feel like I should be doing more. Whatever I’m doing now isn’t enough. I’m my worst enemy.

At one point I felt like I was on top of the world. I started my own business and people seemed to like my products. Then I quit my job. I don’t regret it, but it stopped my income and I haven’t bounced back yet.

I hit a speed bump, lost traction, and fell off course. Somewhere along the way down, I lost sight of myself. I forgot what my purpose is. What I once was stoked on became a dream for another day. I put my business on hold and my excuse is that I can’t afford another print job.

The truth is, I’m in my own way. I let my own negative thoughts convince me that my ideas aren’t good enough. My designs aren’t worthy enough to be worn. I tricked myself into thinking I’m mediocre.