The Reason Why

I am reading Chris Guillebeau's 279 Days to Overnight Success. One thing he stresses early on in this short, free ebook about how to become a successful blogger is to clearly answer the "reason why" question. Why am I blogging? Why should you read my blog? And, what's in it for you, anyway?
So far you have seen that I like to highlight and review restaurants, cafes, bars and the like. Those reviews pepper an otherwise fairly personal tale of where I am right now. Do you have to be a 30-something single mom to relate to my story? I hope not. Do you have to love food? Well, maybe.
Inspiration to recreate myself and my life and break out of the cage of conformity I have put myself in is the reason I revised this blog. The reason anyone should read it is yet to emerge for me. The plan for how this fits in with my transformation is unknown. Not planning is kind of part of the 'new me.'
If you keep following and reading my posts you'll see with me how that works out.
And, I invite you to tell me why you are reading this.

How to deal with the self doubt

It happens. You start to think you can't do it or some iteration of, "What are you thinking?"
Since I studied with a teacher who came from science to meditation I have practiced feeling what I feel and not obsessing on it. I learned from Skillfully Aware that I and the world are constantly changing things.
Neurologically, we are recording devices. We have been imprinted with everything we have experienced even if we were not aware of it at the time.
There is a movie playing in my head. There's a voice in there that sometimes says things that are comforting but mostly things that bring me down. I have found that the harder I try to not feel something or hear the talk in my head, the worse it gets. If I just turn and lean right into the feelings, if I tune in and listen to the talk in my head, the feelings and the talk pass or quite down. The me inside my head is like a toddler. The mini-me in just wants attention. And when I give myself attention the mini-me looks sheepishly as if to say, 'Oh, hi. Uh, nothing.'