It's become clear to me recently that I am shying away from sharing my writing out of fear-- fear of critique to be sure, but also fear of notice. Some part of me has forgotten that it is safe to put stories out there that are human, that are imperfect, that shine but don't shine with the clarity of a flawless jewel. It's okay to be imperfect, to be learning. It's okay to be a beginner all your life.
I will be a proud beginner this year. I will take risks, I will be bold and brash and not think through every worry before I share. I need the freedom to be imperfect. I will embrace it, I will wallow in it, I will run around in wet grass with it and howl with it at the moon. I will be a loud, wiggly, waggy beginner bursting with wonky joy. I will sing loudly off key with a killer attitude and win over the crowd. I will be free.
I will encourage others to wallow and run and howl and be wiggly-waggy free with me.
