Defeated. Deflated. Disheartened. Disappointed. Feelings that have crept up on me multiple times over the past few weeks. I hate to admit defeat, but I have wanted to give up, and the sad part is I’ve wanted to give up on things that generally make me happy, my hobbies – mainly dancing and blogging. I just feel like no matter how much I try, or how hard I practice, I’m just not going to be where I want to be. I’m just not going to be good enough. Call it lack of confidence, call me a perfectionist, or call me a constant comparer, but that’s how I feel. These feelings usually put me in a weird mood for weeks. I close myself off, keep everything to myself and throw myself a little pity party, but no more. I’m trying my best to stop these feelings occuring and I’m trying my best to stop being so damn hard on myself. In a bid to get out of these moods just as quick as I got into them, I try to follow some – if not all of these – steps… Everyday Is A New Day
When the toxic mix of panic and frustration kicks in I just want my bed. This combination just leaves me in the most horrible mood – you know the one where you take it out on everyone around you. Rather than lashing out I try to sleep with the idea that every day is a new day and when I wake up I leave the mood behind. Talk About It
I’ve never been good at opening up to people, but I’ve learnt that talking does help. Whether it’s venting to one of my girlfriends, or pouring out my feelings and tears to Corey when I get home, sometimes just getting it off your chest makes you feel instantly better. Sometimes it even results in me laughing at myself. It’s rare, but at least it gets me smiling. A Blast From The Past
Sometimes you have to look back to see how far you’ve come. When I started blogging I had no confidence, in fact I use to hide my blog away from every single person I knew. It took me four years to pluck up the courage to enter a dance studio on my own. Four years. I guess I might not be where I want to be, but hell I’ve come a long way and I need to remind myself of that before I let myself get disappointed with myself. Why Did You Start This?
A question I ask myself every time I get myself into one of these moods, and the answer is always – because I love it. It started out as something fun. Something that wasn’t so serious. Something that I enjoyed doing and I have to remember this. It’s only myself that puts this pressure on me and I need to stop, take a step back and look at the bigger picture and just have a laugh with it again.
Does anyone else get like this? What do you do when you feel like giving up?
Sarah Jayne x