It appears that this week was possessed by the evil spirits of depression and angst. I’m going to have an exorcism this evening to make sure we have a MUCH better week next week.
I suppose my week was actually filled with more stress and doubt than anything else. I’m an expert self-doubter. (Seriously, I’m considering putting it on my resume!) And when things go wrong I am convinced it’s my fault. I start scanning the used car ads for a big fat truck to make up for all the inadequacy I’m feeling.
And since everyone else was having a rough week and slightly MIA on the web, the inadequate feelings grew. I started thinking, “Oh crap, what did I do to piss them off?” and “Maybe I’m not writing interesting enough things.” I know the thoughts are irrational, but seriously…I was about to go to the garden and eat worms yesterday!
Which is where my question comes from today. When life forks off into the land of crap and time bombs, do you become a self-doubter? Does every little think exacerbate that self-doubt? Does your self esteem plummet to the point of semi-paranoia?
What say you friends? Educate me!