Everyone has their own set of demons.
I thought I knew what mine were.
But when I started editing,
I discovered my worst demon:
I suppose self-doubt has been lurking about in my subconscious for years, probably my entire life, but until recently, I had not known the range of its power. For several days while I edited my work, self-doubt crawled around my head and set up road blocks, forcing me to vet and validate every thought. The demon then slipped down my throat like a large rock and lodged itself there, reminding me every time I drank or ate that I wasn’t good enough. Doubt’s minions then climbed into my lungs, tainting each breath to feel like arctic air coated in failure.
Self-doubt consumed me.
And I let it.
Editing my work became a bigger chore because I had to compete with the voice of self-doubt in my head that second-guessed and criticized every change I made. It became so loud, it was all I could hear.
So I worked harder.
And each page gave me a level of pride that slowly reduced the grip of self-doubt. I focused on the positive, I adjusted my attitude, and I challenged myself to be stronger than the self-doubt.
Now that my edits are complete, my bout with self-doubt has passed. I don’t know how to banish it forever, but I know how to press on.
And pressing on is the part of the journey that makes you stronger.
Is self-doubt one of your demons?