Remember, waaay back in the days, when I used to attempt fashion blogging? Yeah, sometimes I still cringe at some old failed photos. The thing is, I really enjoyed that period in my life, because I was pushing my comfort zone and indulged in creativity. Looking back, I see so much progress. Stopping at the point I did, it was because of the frustration I had with myself. I didn’t have the courage to take it to the next level, while pursuing another path of developing content, doing the work behind the scenes.
I was at the crossroads and just couldn’t handle being uncomfortable at two fronts at the same time.
Many are surprised, but I was (and still am) quite shy kid. Being uncomfortable isn’t a state I enjoy (I know, no one really does), and many things used to make me uncomfortable, beyond the bearable point. Through the years, I’ve worked on it, pushing the boundary further and further.
While blogging brought me much joy at the beginning, I struggled when it came to being too exposed. I still do. It’s a funny paradox – I love the idea of being exposed and hate the reality of it. In theory I like to sit in front of my computer, writing about myself, editing photos, but when confronted with the camera… I freeze. I physically feel the soul leaving my body and I just… stare. All of a sudden, I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s all solvable, if one wants it to be. Yet, I decided to vanish. My “camera comfortability” wasn’t worth improving to me at the time. So much, I started to enjoy much more being the one taking photos. I turned to other things, like functioning in school, improving communication and office skills… My mind was set on other aspects of digital anyway, so my focus went there.
With that, my creative focus shifted. While I don’t want to say I became less creative over the years, I certainly did, when it came to clothes and creating just for the sake of it. Less and less did I write and my wardrobe started to follow the rule of comfort, to the point of being almost entirely black. At that point, I snapped back. When your comfort zone is making you frustrated, is time to make a move. And I did! I started to experiment with clothes again, wrote a paragraph or two for instagram, snapped more and more photos along the way. I started to miss blogging, just because that period represented nurturing creativity and I wanted to return to that.
Your comfort zone is a dangerous place. It prevents you from improving, it stops you from achieving all the things you are capable of achieving and it makes you miserable. So, make a decision today to change something in your life that you are unhappy with and start experiencing positive changes.Carl Pullein
Let’s say starting to blog again was the first step, back to creativity and out of comfort zones. In the next posts, I want to show you the second one. You can kind of see it here already, but more about it in the next post, so stay tuned!