As Sylvia Washbourne says in her post, when she pushes through, despite the doubt, amazing things happen.
I am so grateful Sylvia, a New Zealand artist, found my little book to be a valuable read.
When you've put your creative self out there, you feel vulnerable and uncertain.
Every artist knows that feeling. It's universal. There are insecurities and doubts that creep in and cloud your inner world.
You question yourself, your skills, your qualifications, and your worthiness to produce your thing and offer it to the public.
It doesn't matter if your art is writing, drawing, preaching, business, baking, or teaching, you will feel this anxiety.
I've often had big dreams.
I've made plans, detailed plans.
I dove into research.
I developed the roadmap.
I researched the plans, planned the research, refined the dream.
I'd then dream new dreams. Bigger dreams. Better dreams - again, and again and again... a never ending loop.
Days became weeks.
Weeks became months.
Months morphed into years.
Years transitioned to decades.
@Camp4@mbrown_co Very aligned with my book, A Failure’s Guide to Success (Failure isn’t Final - it's Fuel).
A friend shared this link with me. I'm looking forward to listening.
Thank you so much for your willingness to share this with us.
Expectancy is very different than expectations.
One is outward and upward facing in hope and anticipation.
The other is inward facing in comparison and blame.
One regenerates courage, faith and freedom.
The other denigrates in fear, doubt, and shame.
@Walmart I need more than a call from a random customer service rep in an Indian call center. These people are fantastic at their jobs, but in reality, they have no clout or leverage.
Shocked by @Walmart intentionally scamming customers! Did you know that when you buy a Soda Stream cylinder from this giant retailer, they charge $15.91 as a core charge. When you return the core for a refund, they refuse to honor the implied cash back agreement.
I think about my wife.
I think about my life.
I think about my daughters.
I think about my sons.
I think about EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.
My father, and his father,
and so on, and so on, and so on.
But the story doesn’t end there.
Yours.
Mine.
Ours.
Where there is failure, there is struggle, there is pain, there is hurt.
Make room: for understanding, for repentance, for forgiveness, for healing.