creative child

That bittersweet moment when you send your creative child off into the universe all starry eyed and full of mad hope... and the resonant echo returns hollow, lonely and if intercepted by any sentience...misunderstood. This has always been the feral banshee keening in the center of my soul. I cannot silence her - I can only scream louder...or I can agree. I can give her the room. My creative silence. I can allow myself to be perpetually distracted by the mediocrity that fills my hours but empties my heart. Or I can step out knowing that no one will ever be as passionate as I am about my creative children. Some of you are aware that I took a tentative step yesterday. It felt more like swinging over the abyss on a gossamer thread. What I write, and the subsequent presentation will never be as good as I desire. In fact, it may just suck. And because I have an ego - I won't share on my regular Facebook page - but I will share on my writer page and a couple other places. The banshee will continue her keening cry - but know this: regret is so much heavier a burden to bear than failure. I know both. I'd rather fail moving forward than regret staying inert. So be encouraged. That dream in your heart. DO IT. Be louder and more relentless than the voice in your head telling you you will fail - because if you take that step - you've already succeeded. Peace.