Fear and Trepidation
I've always wanted to blog, never been sure i had enough to say.
In truth I'm never sure if I'm good enough.
I've done a lot of things in my 40ish years of life; i've sung in a band, been a life model, dated a man twice my age (then, not now!!), travelled quite a bit including backpacking around most of europe, partly alone, partly with a couple of CRAZY australian guys, I've had well paid and responsible jobs. I've even written a short lived column for an 'adult' magazine along with fabricating numerous 'readers letters' letters (what, you thought they were all real?)
And always, at the back of my mind, is that nagging feeing, that little voice in the background that says
"Somebody's going to see through you soon. Somebody'll see you for who you really are. Then the shit's going to hit the fan."
I dont really know why I started this now. I'm certainly not wanting, or expecting, a tide of well wishers to tell me how wondrful I am (the little voice will tell me you're just being nice, you don't mean it anyway).
I just wanted to get something off my chest.