January 27, 2013
I recently told my mentor I’ve been doubting myself. I didn’t come out and say it, but he knew what I was saying. He probably only had to look at me to know what I was saying.
Doubt. It’s something we all experience. Even me. And I’m arguably the most confident person I know. I have my moments. Recently there have been many moments that would make most people fill up with doubt, pack it up, and walk away. I didn’t get anywhere near the latter two steps, but I’ll be honest and admit that doubt has seeped into me a bit lately. Well, I should say it had been seeping into me a bit lately because I’ve shaken it off now. Thanks to many people including but not limited to Alex Hartley, Brian Packer, and my mentor who shall remain anonymous (although if you know me at all personally you know exactly who I’m referring to).
What good is doubt? I don’t think it does any good. My recent experiences seem to support that claim. Doubt is a slippery slope. It leads towards the pity party which I despise.
There’s a difference between doubting your work and being unsure of your work. Often times I don’t like a song the first go round, but I don’t doubt it or my abilities. I take myself out of the equation after I’ve written it because nine times out of ten, I’m going to hate it. Then I’m quickly reassured. But that isn’t doubt. If I doubted the song, I probably wouldn’t have brought it to the band in the first place.
So don’t doubt. It’s okay to be unsure of things. I have no idea what’s going on half of the time, but that’s okay. As long as I don’t slide down the slope known as doubt, I’ll be okay.
And so will you.