Doubt

via Shanice Cameron

When I shared my goals for the new year back in January, I wrote about my plan to push myself well beyond the realms of my comfort zone. This notion has underscored a lot of the decisions I’ve made over the last month and I’ve definitely done things, both professionally and personally, that I might not otherwise have been bold enough to attempt.

My Saturday Short project is a prime example. Posting fragments of my creative writing here each week is terrifying, but after only five instalments it’s already proving to be a really valuable exercise. Not only am I learning a lot about my creative process and the kind of stories I want to write, but the encouragement from those reading has done wonders for my confidence.

That said, actively trying to be brave and bold has reminded me just how easily I allow crippling self-doubt to encroach on my day-to-day life. Towards the end of last week, for example, an exciting work opportunity presented itself to me. My knee-jerk reaction was to immediately question my ability to fulfil the role I was being offered. The more I read through the email, the more convinced I became that I shouldn’t even throw my hat in the ring, so to speak.

My husband, who is arguably my biggest cheerleader, did an excellent job of telling me to pull myself together and get on with it! As we discussed the situation, I asked him why he thinks he’s rarely plagued by self-doubt. I often tease him, saying there’s a very line between confidence and arrogance, but in truth I really admire his unwavering belief in his own abilities. Ultimately, he thinks he’s really good at what he does. Sure, if pressed, he can identify his weaknesses, but generally speaking, it never occurs to him that he might not do a good job. I do wonder if self-doubt is a trait that particularly affects women and, if so, why?

Looking back on the last decade, I can easily discern the periods of my life that saw me riddled with self-doubt. It was definitely a common theme throughout my MA and undergraduate degree and no doubt a huge factor in the regular meltdowns I went through during my time at university. I can vividly remember being completely overwhelmed by the belief that I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t read the books, I couldn’t write the essays and I couldn’t sit the exams.

Of course, I did do those things. I just wonder how different the experience would have been if I’d believed I could from the beginning. Maybe, on some level, self-doubt plays a part in getting sh*t done? A kind of ‘feel the fear and do it anyway’ scenario. Or do we inadvertently limit ourselves and the choices we make because at the back of our mind we think we’ll fail?

Does self-doubt feature in your life? How do you deal with it?

Love Audrey xxx

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