I like to think I am a decent writer. After I wrote my last blog post, I asked one of my writer friends to read it. She said I had inspired HER to deliver her own message through her own blog. That made me ecstatic. My blog had inspired someone to take action. Then I read her first draft. It was excellent. And then, I almost went down a path--one that says "she is a better writer than me." I am insecure about my own writing because I went through some trial periods where people decided to call my work pedestrian, blunt and unprofessional. I now know those people's words should have not have had an effect on me--because guess who is still writing? Maybe that insecurity is a writer/creative thing. I think it's called imposter syndrome. By even entertaining the "am I really good enough?" thought, I am opening up my mental home to a thief . I have made the mistake of opening the door to let that little criminal come in and rob me blind of my determinatio...