Fighting Off The Creep

The creep is self-doubtThere’s a creep trying to get in. I’ve shut the doors. I’ve locked the windows. But still the creep is trying.


“You used to think you could do anything?”

“Huh. What do you mean?”

My aunt went on, “When you were little you used to think you could do anything your older brothers could do.”

I laughed.

My aunt must have had a reason for telling me this. Yet, I don’t recall.  All I remember is we were on Brookmont Road which is just a couple of blocks from my childhood home. She was driving us somewhere.

But I believed I could do anything she says. Little me running after my older brothers. I wouldn’t be left behind. My mother tells a similar story.

“You wanted homework.”


“You said your older brothers got homework and so you wanted homework.”

“How old was I?”


I laughed.

I believed I could do anything.

Do you remember when you were 18? You drove around with your friends and you had nowhere to go but everything to do. And you were certain you would accomplish it all.

I laughed.

In 1997, I completed my Master’s degree. My father died. And I was unemployed. I stared out at Flatbush Avenue from the window of my 1st floor studio in Brooklyn.

I wasn’t laughing.

I held the baby carrier tight with one hand. With my other hand, I waived down a cab. The sun shone bright for me as my wife, son, and I as the cab took us down 5th Avenue and across Central Park.

I laughed.

The Decision

My hands shook slightly as I pushed send.  The letter was on its way. There was no turning back. All those summers where I played the Brent Farve game of “will he or won’t he” were mute. It was time to move on. I’d miss the students but I’d find a way to teach a class or two. There would be different students. The focus had to be different. I wanted a new challenge, to follow a dream.

I took a deep breath.

And I laughed.

Each morning the creep is far away. Or I have the strength to fight it off. Everybody gravitates towards confidence. Or so they say. Hell, even a dog can smell fear.  So, I push on, doing and trying. I must beat the creep. Yet each night he seems to seep back. Sometimes with ferocity and other times he simply sidles along side of me.

I’m not laughing.

“It’ll take time.”

“You have to have patience.”

“You have to keep going.”

“It’ll all work out.”

People have words of encouragement. I appreciate it. I believe them. But my savings are leaking away. The balance in my checking account is sinking.  Years of saving are being eaten up bit by bit.

I have no choice now. Never mind my ego. I have responsibilities.  I have obligations.

I’m trying to laugh.

I didn’t expect success in a day. I didn’t expect people to roll over and welcome my entrance to the writing world. Okay, I secretly wished for it. But who doesn’t?  Aren’t we all dreamers? I was hoping people would scoot over a bit and let me have a seat at the table.

And well, they haven’t moved over. Barely. So, I have to push. Then, I have to push harder. I have to carve out a seat at the table. It’s happening. I think it is. Sort of.

But the creep stands near. He is in me. My own green eyed monster. My own flaw. Not jealousy.

The self-doubt creeps in. Did I make the right decision? Is this going to work? Do I have the right temperament? But I have the skills. Just call me back. I need a chance. Please, just a chance.

The Little Engine

When I was little, my favorite story was The Little Engine That Could.

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

I’ll keep going up the mountain.

I counsel myself. It will take time. Things are happening. Slowly. Push on, Push on. PUSH ON!

Keep fighting. Don’t let the creep win. Don’t let the self-doubt be your fatal flaw.  Keep pushing on.

Once I laughed.

9 thoughts on “Fighting Off The Creep

  1. I wish I had the answers, or even a platitude to make you feel better, but alas, I don’t! But I do know that that little engine did make it over the hill – and if you look back at your life, I know there’s been some rough times, you’ve made it through all of those, I see no reason why you won’t make it through this!

    • All the answers are in the Little Train That Could. Thanks for your positive attitude. By the way, I do believe I will make it to the top of the hill.

  2. Sometimes when these moments hit me I look at my kids and listen to their conversations and it helps make me remember being a kid who thought anything was possible.

  3. As I was just typing a blog post a few minutes ago, my own creep announced himself. This writing gig is a lot of work for so little certainty, isn’t it? I’m sorry you’re feeling unsure of your decision, but you aren’t alone.

    • I think everyone feels self-doubt at some doubt. However, I think it might be tougher for writers and others who are working on their own more.

  4. After our emails, I thought I’d stop by since I no longer had the email for this post in my inbox. So glad I did. You captured so perfectly the angst of leaving what we know and what’s comfortable for the uncertain. What you said here: “The self-doubt creeps in. Did I make the right decision? Is this going to work?” was something I’ve experienced first hand. I still don’t have the answer to those questions, but I have a little more time to find out.

    Good luck!

  5. Yes… I know the part with the creep… paired with fear it leaves me a wreck sometimes…
    But then you were talking about the obligations too… and I can only agree. I took the obligations and I’m not going to stop fighting now!

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