I’ve wanted to tell stories since I was old enough to read, but like many people, as I grew up I learned to doubt myself. “You’ll never write anything good,” the voice in my head sneered, “and if by some miracle you ever manage to publish, you’ll be a joke.” It doesn’t say that anymore.
“Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t — you’re right.” – Henry Ford.
“Believe in yourself, and you can do anything.” – Every Motivational Speaker Who Ever Lived. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always found such quotes discouraging … Photo by Ryan McGuire.
On a bright day in late June, I sat in a vacant classroom at the school my mom founded and wondered why I was feeling stagnant. I was working smart, so why was my momentum flagging? Surrounded by the bold drawings of children, I stared at my laptop and saw task after task I’d rescheduled repeatedly. They all had one thing in common: they scared me. Photo: Death to Stock.
A guest post by Celeste Lovick: “When you love someone, you cannot be afraid of them. The most important thing as a performer is not what the audience thinks of you. It is what you feel about your audience.” Photo by Seth Doyle.
Jealousy of other people’s beautiful words soured one of the truest and deepest loves I’d ever known. Photo by Dmytro Sandratskyi, Adobe Stock.
There’s a thing you want to make. It’s beautiful. It touches people. It makes life hurt a little less. It illuminates something, both for you and for your audience. It makes the world a smidgen better. From the deepest place inside you, this thing calls out for you to make it. Yet. Photo by vladsogodel, Adobe Stock
Artists are often solitary creatures, but without connections to other creatives, we risk drowning in our own mental swamps. Photo: “EXOTIC”, © everettovrk, Adobe Stock.
Before I left Vancouver, I took lessons in exotic and lyrical pole dance several times a week for fun and fitness. When I first saw people doing moves like “fallen angel” (in which a dancer hangs upside down from the pole with one leg, no hands), I thought, Uh-uh. No way. I’ll smoosh my skull like a watermelon. Photo: “Pole dancing instructor working”, © AntonioDiaz, Adobe Stock.