I have a right to be an artist.
Creativity is a blessing I accept.
I now treat myself and my creativity more gently.
I now accept hope.
I’m not gonna lie... I think this is a little pointless. I’ve never really believed in this sort of thing. My mom gave me this book one time that a patient had given her called “The Secret”. It pretty much said if you think about things alot, they eventually happen. For example, this guy pinned a dollar above his bed, and thought about winning the lottery every morning when he got up, and when he went to bed. And he eventually won the lottery. REALLY?! I just don’t personally beleive in this sort opf thing, though I can see how some people will benefit from it. I get how this is supposed to bring your confidence up, but I think being an artist and having confidence is a really difficult tango. To much confidence in an artist is poison. There is nothing worse than a person who thinks they’re amazing at singing/acting/painting, but in reality, they suck. We all talk about these people because its funny and sad at the same time. On the other hand, there are fantastic artists that never do anything in life with their talents because they think they aren’t good. Finding a humble equilibrium is difficult.

