Am I more afraid of failure or success? (article)
Sometimes we, as artists, hold our creations close to the vest when they are meant to be released into the wild, to find new life and horizons beyond their creators.
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Sometimes we, as artists, hold our creations close to the vest when they are meant to be released into the wild, to find new life and horizons beyond their creators.
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Just when I think I’m at a point where I’m okay and can finally start moving forward, someone casually or incendiarily hurls those three words, burning me to the core.
We have all known the narcissistic bully on the playground. For those of us who have lived long enough to see how those stories pan out, we have seen the pain, fear, and self-doubt that many of those bullies were dealing with under the surface.
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I walked out of the din, wandered into the yard. I never thought performing would be so damned hard.
All those years piling on layers of my own design, deep and unyielding, packed tight by every boot that walked over me…
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hand in hand, we left that day, together, come rain or shine.
the longer i live, the more i see, it’s true that love is blind.
words have always, ALWAYS been here for me. yet, now, in this moment, they bring no comfort…
As someone who believes in God and who tries to follow the teachings of Jesus, it pains me to say this but…
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The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.
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