I forgot there was a time when I didn't think so much....
Ya know, I just created things for the sake of creating.
I stumbled upon my first travel blog (from some 4+ years ago).. It was filled with photographs, photographs and some more photographs. A time and space before I started taking life so damn serious, I wasn't all tied up in what Blind Spot Creatives would look like, or what I was trying to SAY, instead I was just sharing because I FELT like it.
I found this lil guy - 'what are you afraid of?'
Made me think~ I used to claim I was 'fearless'. HA, maybe at the time I was, or maybe just sickly naive. Instead, I realize my timidness, my mad sense of perfectionism and the barrage of self-doubt. WHY, what is there to doubt? Why do we begin to hesitate as the years add on? Why do we question ourselves?
Fear means you care.
It means you've got something to lose, even if it's only your ego.
I'm afraid of myself, of my thoughtfulness, my fervor and my voice.
But I speak anyways, shaky, unsure of myself, yet SO grateful to live this life.
We're all going to end up 6 feet below ground or scattered as ash in pretty places.
What's there to lose, ya'll?
ENJOY YOUR DAY, SPEAK UP & LOVE LIKE NO OTHER