For All The Wrong Reasons
For all the wrong reasons, I did stuff! No not the kind of stuff you are thinking about. For the resume, for acceptance, for this girl, for this boy, and for FEAR. Maybe the title of this post should be fear. But no. Not that I don't like to do the "stuff" I speak of. I do! I really do! I love to love! I love to give! I love to help, to share, to blog, to create. But then when everything begins to feel like work and some unnecessary pressure from somewhere falls on you, your passion, my passion goes down hill. Why? Why did I let it get this far? FEAR. Not this word again. Yes FEAR. We do things, things we already love to do, because we let the world tell us that to be accepted, to prosper, to succeed, we have to do them. These same things that we were doing in the first place. The difference is this time they are not telling us to do something we don't do. However, we stop doing it because we love it and start doing it because we fear and then we start doubting ou...