Art is something we do for ourselves and hope that what we create resonates with others.

Once we start creating to resonate with others and not answer questions for ourselves, it becomes ego.

This is a huge transformation. How often do we decide not to create because we think it could be ugly or selfish or not appreciated?

How terrified am I to share so many of my emotions and thoughts and words with the world because of this? I’m trying to lean into my wisdom with less judgment, but it’s possible that my words written out for the world do not add value to anybody except myself. And I’m trying to accept that’s ok.

What if I’m cheesy or ignorant or privileged or psycho? What if no one reads this? What if people hate it? What if I’m wrong? What if I change my mind? Once the words are written, does it make them permanent? Can I take them back? Can I learn how ignorant and privileged I was? Can I be gentle for what I thought or knew at the time? Can I accept how others judge me? What should I share? What should I keep for myself? Who is worthy of my wisdom? What if this goes nowhere? What if my vulnerability bites me in the butt later?

Obviously, I have a lot of fear and hesitation regarding writing and publishing this site. Creating this has been so rewarding and I learned so much that it was already worth it. In the end, I hope my words make you think deeper, love harder, question more, and trust yourself at every moment. And if you are in the process of creating something and fear is holding you back, I want you to do it anyway. I want to comfort my fears and tell them they’re safe and tomorrow is a new day. It may not be ok, but I will have learned a ton from sh*t hitting the fan, and that’s worth it to me.

Anyway, I’m not sure if this is art or ego or something totally different. But since we’re all creators in some way, it’s an important question to continue to circle back to— what drives our creativity? And does that driver nourish us?