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I believe I self-sabotage.
By that I mean, I deny myself opportunities to do more.
I was recently approached by a local parenting site to explore how they can work with me in various ways, one being possibly being a monthly contributor to their newsletter. After a few weeks of exchanging emails with the website founder, and me making excuses not to meet up for coffee to discuss more, I finally wrote back and said, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this.
Isn’t it most bloggers’ dream/ ambition/ desire to get paid to write eventually?
Isn’t it natural to want to get more experience writing for a credible website in an area you are interested in and may in fact, be an ‘expert’? (by virtue of being a parent)
Wasn’t I the one who was publicly ranting on Twitter a few months ago about how a friend of mine, single and childless, is writing articles for a major website in their (wait for this), parenting category, and it should be people like me, who is actually a parent, who should be writing those articles?
Yet, here I was, presented with a chance to do what I love. Write. And get paid for it.
And I said no.
I’ve also turned down various freelance writing and public relations job opportunities in the last 3 years from my network of contacts built through my 10-year career.
I’ve said no to folks who have asked me to bake cupcakes, cookies, cakes – and that they’ll pay for them.
Yes, I’m a self-saboteur.
I turn down opportunities to do stuff I love because I’m afraid that if I have the pressure of being paid, of conforming to deadlines, of doing something that feels too much like work – I will no longer love it.
And that will be a tragedy.
That, or I’m just lazy.
I realize that if folks from sites I love such as Babble read this post, they may never ask me to write for them. Which is ironic, since I actually wouldn’t mind giving that a shot. Yup, I’m a bundle of self-contradictions. Or I’m just holding out for the right opportunity. Babble, call me, ok?
Are you a self-saboteur? Or just lazy?