Sense Of Doubt

Introduction

This came about from a walk in Hulne Park today to see Brizlee Tower. I have done it before and written about it here:

My Sense Of Doubt

I often question my ability to do things, and that includes writing on Vocal, especially fiction and poetry.

On the walk today it seemed that every section of the walk was longer, and I was thinking that it was more difficult than I thought it was going to be. Am I getting physically too old and decrepit to do it? Then I thought I had to do it to prove that I am still fit enough. The weather was good, so everything should have been perfect.

It just seemed that all the distances between the touchpoints were bigger, but when I hit the final section, it was a long, maybe half a mile steep slope and when I got to the top, standing outside Brizlee Tower I had done it and I felt good.

These are the Instagram pictures:

I had made the mistake of not taking any emergency chocolate or drink with me, and coming back, my blood sugar was getting low, but was rescued by the Rolling Pin:

Maybe that is what brought on my sense of doubt:

I felt the same about my walk to Scaleber Force but when I realised the one in five incline was only for the first quarter of a mile, it became much easier for me.

Interestingly, the 199 steps up to Whitby Abbey seem to get easier each year. I have no sense of doubt when I ascend that stairway to Whitby Abbey.

I said I have a sense of doubt when I write, but I know how good I am, including believing I am one of the greatest villanelle creators on the Vocal platform, and those that comment on my stories confirm that, although the Vocal Machine does not see me that way.

My sense of doubt continually tells me that my work is not good enough, that is confirmed by Vocal, but the reality is that most of my work is excellent.

Conclusion

Thank you so much for reading, and I am sure that everyone has this happen to them at some point