My love hate relationship with #30daysof content.

About three weeks ago, on a complete whim, I decided to participate in a blog contest. I was all over it because I really wanted to just get findyourzen.com off the ground and start writing. 30 DAYS. 30 BLOG POSTS. Somehow at 11pm on a Wed. that sounded like a great idea. I could just write a couple of paragraphs each day, right? Well, I am now mid contest and learning pretty fast that this is not even remotely as easy as it sounds. And I am completely off pace. 

One of my biggest challenges in life is that I suffer from what I call "caring too much about what other people think syndrome". Every time I decide to do something a little against the grain, I find myself worrying about being judged. What will people say if I fail? What will they say if I succeed? God. What will they say, period? I am also a pisces, which makes actually making a decision and pulling the trigger that much more challenging. We fish like to only start something when we have analyzed all the possible outcomes - to death. 

I was really struggling the other day with this whole thing. I kept asking myself if I should just admit that it is way too hard for me to write that often and quit the contest. Then the guy who is organizing it for us, played us a clip from one of the winners of Top Chef, Fabio Viviani. He has had great success, but obviously had to go through a great deal of criticism to get there. In the clip he said, "I want you to remember one thing. You don't have to be good to start, but you have to start to be good". So, I decided then and there that I would keep going.

I think this is blog 9, when I should have written 17 or 18 by now. I know. I am way behind. So far behind that the likelihood of catching up is slim to none. But, I am not going to beat myself up about it. I am just going to plug on and enjoy myself. After all, this blog is called findyourzen.com for a reason. It is supposed to be my way of sharing all the natural techniques I have learned to help alleviate stress.

Stressing out about it would just be ridiculous.