The Vulnerability of Creativity

I can’t begin to describe the feeling that sprouts up within me just writing this first sentence. Ever since the launch of this site I can’t help but think “this time it will be diffirent” and then fall back into the usual artificial setbacks I create for myself.

• “I’m too busy. I need to get other chores done first.”

That’s not true. There’s always ten free minutes you can find in a day.

• “I’m too tired to write right now. I should rest instead.”

That’s not entirely true. Although the motions of everyday life can get tiredsome, writing would make one sleep easier. Getting thoughts down on paper or digital is rest for the mind.

• “I don’t have any ideas to write about.”

That’s not true either. I’ve had pages filled in Ulysses that haven’t seen the light of day.

“It’s not good enough to share.”

THAT....that might be it..

Creativity has such a broad definition. Since the dawn of man, creativity has been expresed through countless means. Musicians, writers, artists, and dancers have been celebrated for what they do. Equally as important are the people who consume these abstract forms of art. Without a reader, watcher, or listener the outlets of creativity would only be experienced by the creator.

I have been writing for a very long time. Sadly, I’ve lost most of my earliest works from moving so often. Thankfully now I’m more keen about my receord keeping. However, even after all of these years, I’m still a very insecure person when it comes to sharing my writing. I used to carry a notebook around with short stories and ideas. When someone asked what I was working on, I’d simply let them read the book, but I needed to have that book back as soon as they finished reading. That material wasn’t going anywhere. I didn't even want to see them read it.

That notebook is gone now..

I have very talented friends. One is an artist and the other a writer. Both excel at their craft, but are humble enough not to rub it in. I, however, would say “PISH POSH!” Call yourself what you are; A writer and an artist!

I’m sure that they would say the same about me if they could actually read what I have in my vault. That is when my fear comes in. The fear of letting others judge me. The cowardness to be vulnurable to critics.

They dont’ make statues of critics..

Allow this to be the first step into bravery. A step of progress. A one percent improvement is improvement nontheless. It is time for an era of collaboration and creativity. Imagine how many meaningful works are lost because of fear. Lost due to insecurity to show even one person. Lost forever and never to be seen again.

As long as I put my work out, it has a chance to fall onto someone’s eye. Otherwise it’s doomed to paper, pen, or the cloud.