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The Freedom Of Not Giving A Fuck
<p>One thing I've come to learn is that I achieve my best results when I don't care if anyone likes it or not.</p><p><br/></p><p>Growing up, we all lived with an intense need for external validation. I was a straight A student, a gifted child so I practically lived off mine.</p><p><br/></p><p>I didn't realize how much I was using it as a crutch until I grew up. The grades started slipping, the creativity dried up, and people climbed up the ladder of success when I was still stuck on the first rung.</p><p><br/></p><p>Jealousy was useless, envy was redundant. And then came the imposter syndrome. The self-doubt. The little voice in my head that said I wasn't good enough, I would never be good enough so why bother trying? Why waste my time being my biggest fear: mediocre?</p><p><br/></p><p>I nit-picked my work, wondered if it was good enough, compared it to others' before deciding not to post at all. And it went on for months.</p><p><br/></p><p>But there comes a time when you have to face the voice in your head and tell it, “Fuck off.” And you're free.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not completely, it comes back every once in a while. But it becomes easier to chase off every time until you are doing what you want without a care in the world.</p><p><br/></p><p>That's the true freedom, being able to curse out that little voice in your head, and doing what you love like no one's watching.</p>
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