At The beginning and end of every day, I am a writer. Regardless if I do not write anything but my name for the day, I am a writer. Now with that being said I find it so mind boggling that I have created so much energy in making things happen for other people but is moving very slow at publishing my works. I know that its people out in the world that need to read my thoughts to get thru theirs. At first I was battling the whole idea of "fear of Failure" or "Fear of Success"...and realize that it's not a fear...it's something else...maybe it's the "I'm an artist and I am very sensitive about my ish" thing. Once I put it out there...it's there, there for the whole world to decide to mingle with my mind, my thoughts. Am I ready for that? I know I don't want to sit on a masterpiece and therapy for others. I know that i was granted with a gift to share with others...but yet and still it's my baby. It has gone from a infant crying for attention, a baby learning to walk, a 5 year old that knows everything, a preteen in love with themselves, a teenager thinking it is smarter than the world, to a adult who has grown into their purpose. My Child...my writing is my Child...I birthed it...I give light to words and structure to thoughts...my Child...my Baby!
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