Never look back...
Over the weekend I killed off my other writing project once and for all. Cause I cannot do it. Not that I cannot deliver material, that was never the problem. But I cannot market it. In all I suck in marketing.
The irony of sucking in marketing is my better [well...] half is actually a marketing professional. But I could get all the advise in the world, for free I might ad, but still not make it. At least not on that topic.
Cause I don't have the confidence to invite my friends to read it. In all that could be a childhood kind of trauma where one [I] was taught not to believe I was ever better than anybody else. And as true as that may be that is also the first step in breaking someones confidence down.
Second of all, I was trolled. Big time. It's been almost ten years by now and even to this day I still struggle every single day to put things online.
Not for not trusting my skills but as in being scared that the troll will find both me and my outlet and start trolling me again.
I seriously believe she would if she could.
So she wins.
She broke me.
But she won't break this project. I would not let her.
This is my outlet, this is where I share the things I'd like to share.
This is where I post the photos I like to post and write about the things that I care about. It is raw, it's personal, but it's me and my space in universe. And I like it.
Funny thing though it doesn't feel at all as scary to share selective bits of my life with friends and strangers as it did writing about equestrian sport.
Which make me wonder if all subcultures actually both act and behave like those equestrians tend to do. One would hope that isn't the case. And quite frankly I am not sure I care anymore.
Cause these days I feel the most happy when I dig around in my garden, and watch things grow.
