danniperson

There is something very vulnerable about being creative. Even if your story or art is for your eyes only, it is still a piece of your soul you’ve ripped free and given shape to.

It can be a moment of pride, seeing it exist outside of yourself, but scary, too. 

Scarier when you allow others access to it.

Scarier still, when its shape is not one many will see beauty in. When it is too dark, too rough for others to love. 

You can’t control how others will receive your creation. And you can’t always anticipate it. Might not know to brace yourself when it ripped to shreds. Might not know how to feel when it is ignored; untouched and unwanted. 

There is thrill and validation in praise. It is what we hope for. Hope to see these labors of love embraced and accepted. It’s a part of yourself being loved, after all.