Hi and welcome to my first blog. I think I’m finally getting the hang of this blogging thing but if I make some mistakes along the way, please be patient.
Tonight being the night of the Oscars and all, I too would like to thank some people who’ve made this possible (allow me these 15 seconds of cliche’d fame). I would like to thank my friends who lovingly urged me to “just fucking do it already” by gently nudging “what the hell happened to the blog?” Basically, these were the friends who just wouldn’t take my crap: slacking, worrying and procrastinating, of which I’m sure I am an unfortunate queen.
Now that the thanks are done, and the tears have been shed, let’s get down to business.
A friend and I were talking recently and we realized that we had each been carrying the never ending non-gift that keeps on giving, universally known as guilt of failure. The irony is, we’re both anything but failures by any stretch (at least my friend isn’t, and I should know). So, why were two fairly intelligent young adults guilting themselves half to death?
Let this be my first question to all you bloggers: do you feel like a failure, even though you intellectually know that you’re really not?
Don’t be shy: let loose and share. After all, we’re all in this together.
Have a great week!