I struggle with self-criticism. With doubt. With perfectionism. Venturing into creative pursuits–photography, this blog, an art retreat–has been fabulous in so many ways, yet it has also tapped my vulnerabilities and insecurities. I’ve shared (some!) experiences of my impostor demons showing up, the comparison-monster overstaying her welcome. And, I’ve made some progress in quieting those internal naysayers. Yet in the past week or so, as an amazing opportunity has begun to reveal itself, I’ve witnessed myself feeling insecure. I’ve seen myself shift focus from what resonates for me to what others might like.
Thankfully, I have been given reminders that my creative pursuits are for me. That to turn my attention to what I think others like negates my truth. That to try to “fit in” is to be inauthentic. I’ve been encouraged to keep listening to my heart, my soul, my desires. I want to hold these messages close, keep them continually whispering in my ear. So, I’m going to set some intentions and cast a wish (or two, or three…) for myself:
I wish for trust in my own process.
I wish to show love, kindness, and forgiveness toward myself.
I wish to remember that perfection doesn’t keep us from being hurt, it keeps us from being seen.
I wish to remember that it is “deeply spiritual and holy to be who we are.” (Thank you, Brene Brown, for these last two).
These are a some wishes I’m casting today. What wishes are you blowing into the wind?