Someone once said that I wasn’t “edgy enough” to be successful. That I needed a more extreme personality to stand out online.
(That same person, incidentally, makes far less than I do and can be mean as fuck.)
And truth be told, I’ve been given a lot of reasons why I’ll never “make it” very far.
I’m not very attractive. (Been kinda funny looking since day 1.)
Or beautiful. Or sexy. Or fashionable. Or supermodel skinny. Or photogenic.
I’m really shy, though some days I can’t shut up.
I’m not very funny.
I usually run from difficult conversations, but other times I can be too blunt for my own good.
I don’t have “connections,” I suck at networking, and I hate asking for favors.
I’m quirky and awkward and often trip over my own words.
I’m not popular on Instagram and can’t even take a good photo of my ridiculously adorable dog.
I don’t live a glamorous life, wear glamorous clothes, own a glamorous home, or take glamorous vacations.
I’m constantly terrified I’ll say or do something wrong, piss someone off, or make someone not like me.
I have an engineering degree, not a marketing one. Or a writing one. Or anything relevant to what I do now.
Some days my brain simply doesn’t work. Other days my mojo doesn’t flow. Lyme disease has left its mark on my body, mind, and spirit.
My thinking can be downright shitty, and my emotions are often whacked.
All in all, I don’t have much going for me.
Yet I’ve learned that none of this really matters.
So at the beginning of every day, I say, “Fuck it. This is what I want, and I’m going to make it happen.”
Even if I’m a little odd-looking, un-glamorous, and geeky.
Even if I’m afraid, shy, and awkward.
Even if I’m not edgy.
Because I get to choose.
I get to choose to show up, take action, take risks, put myself out there, find the best damned photographer I can find, make peace with my oddities, and make shit happen anyway.
You can, too.
I don’t care what you’ve been told or how you perceive yourself.
I don’t care what anyone once thought of you or how fancy (or unfancy) your home is.
I don’t care if your parents were rich or poor, friendly or cruel.
I don’t care what brand shoes or handbag you have or how many followers you have on social media.
All I care about is YOU being yourself, doing your thing, and doing it the best way you know how to do it.
Because if you do that — everything else falls into place.
Forget who you should be. Be who you are. Do your thing. Make shit happen.
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