I watched my children create; paint, glue, glitter. Unashamed and abandoned to their art.
They looked upon their creations with a definite sense of "it is good" in their eyes.
They decided within themselves that their work was good. That it was beautiful.
And that it was a proud offering, worthy of being displayed on the most visible wall.
In this age of social media, I fear I am losing that true abandonment in my creativity.
I no longer look at what I've created with a sense of satisfaction, and a knowing that 'this is good, this is me' unashamedly.
No. I wait for the 'likes' to roll in, and allow perfect strangers to take a place of judgement.
I let their measuring stick rule me, and seeds of comparison are planted, and watered unknowingly.
Rather than letting the creative work of other people encourage and inspire me, it has made me shrink back. My shoulders slump and my hands fail to grasp hope for my own dreams, in the fear that they simply don't measure up.
And because of this fear I've become more guarded, less open and real.
This week, a mini road trip, and a few nights away will hopefully provide the space, and the clarity I'm seeking. The direction I'm going.
The dreams I need to let go of, or the ones I need to work harder at.
There's definitely a shift in the air.