TLDR;
If you’re told there is something wrong with you and then you’re coddled by professionals, the media, parents, or society as a whole, you’re more likely to fail. There comes a point where no matter what has happened in the past, you gotta get yourself together, man.
I don’t know what I’m going to ramble about so this is another wing job.
I was browsing through Instagram last night because I have a stupid head cold and by late afternoon I couldn’t think straight. I was trying to edit Episode 7: Opus, and when I’m not feeling great I think everything I write is shit. It’s as though I can only see through a thick negative lens and I question absolutely everything. I can look at it again, mere hours later and love it. What the hell is that all about? I guess being self critical is a blessing (sometimes). I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t pick myself apart and worry myself into a whittled anxious state. Someone once said “compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not…