I spent the morning writing blog posts. As I wrote, I felt inspired and confident. What great ideas! I thought. Now I’ve re-read them and they seem shallow and empty. Is this how I’ve been writing lately? For years? Stories I think are interesting, but are not worth reading at all?
Later, full of shame and regret, I realized there is no way to avoid this. I make a living by sharing what I create. Unless I show up as I am: informed or ignorant, profound or shallow, I cannot show up at all. When I work at my jewelry bench, I have to be willing to make junk or high art. I never know which is which, because there is no formula for either one.
A voice in my head says, who the hell are you to write about anything? Why should anyone care? I’m sure you hear it too. I think we all do. But I will continue to make things and write about them, because if I listened to this voice, I would be half dead. I’d no longer experiment and learn, fail and succeed. After all, everything is an attempt at something. Life itself is an attempt. I choose to participate.
Venture Ring.
Handmade with amethyst and recycled sterling silver.
This Wednesday in my online shop.