Hello! It’s been a minute. And by that I mean it’s been five months. (See, I learned the cool kids use the term “minute” to indicate periods of time far exceeding sixty seconds. I’ve gotten hip during the pandemic, yes?)
I haven’t posted for two main reasons. First, the Dunning-Krueger Effect and imposter syndrome have been doing a special kind of dance in my head— more on that later. Second, 2020 had been a hard year to human, and it’s been challenging to convince myself to work on anything other than the highest endorphin writing, which often isn’t this blog.
This is the paragraph in which I considered trying to justify my absence from this blog by talking about how I’ve still been writing despite the pandemic. This is the paragraph in which I considered promising to amend my way and post more frequently. But you know what? I’m not going to do either of those because of one fundamental lesson I’m both trying to learn and teach.
Your productivity does not define your worth.
Once more for anyone who wasn’t paying attention: your productivity does not define your worth.
And therefore it doesn’t define mine, either. At this point in my career, I’m not under contract. No one is asking me to post more frequently. So what if I’ve been taking solace in less public comfort writing? We’re all human. We all deserve comfort.
My friend, I hope you’ve been able to find some too.