Dear artist friend,
I struggle with calling you by the term “artist” because so few creative souls truly see themselves as artists. But the truth is, you are.
You see the world through a different light, and no matter how much you might try to avoid or embrace it, it’s true. You were created differently.
You might be the few and blessed who were encouraged from infancy to embrace your true self. Your natural ability to sing, write, dance or draw. But if you’re like most of us, embracing creativity came at a cost and against the ‘better’ judgment of others, who with the best of intentions pushed you as far away from your creative side as possible.
For a lot of us, it was something that we defaulted to after a horrible tragedy in our personal lives. Because that’s how we tick. We make music, we sing, we put choreography to earth’s melody and we allow our tears to help us create beautiful things like books and paintings. It’s an expression of what goes on inside of us everyday of our lives. It’s how we make sense of the world.
The rest of the world has an easy way with words (or so it seems), but we are usually fumbling (awkwardly, I might add) to fit into this world that sometimes cannot appreciate the creativity in life for what it is worth.
As a child you wondered why you got the short end of the stick when you couldn’t run fast or pass math class. Or spell for goodness’ sake. And the one thing that made perfect sense to you was theatre or the way the colors worked in the color wheel.
You might have always been the last pick for dodge ball (true story!) or wished you had some extraordinary ability to pitch mind-blowing softballs or make it on the soccer team.
And when you had the opportunity to showcase your visual talent in a project in school, the onlookers would no doubt be impressed but soon after mumble something like,”Yeah, but don’t get carried away… you won’t ever make any real money in art.” The strangers would exchange laughter with your parents, who you trusted and unfortunately (maybe silently, maybe not) agreed with this statement.
Well, let me just say something. Why is the way we are created to express ourselves reduced to a dollar amount?
Creativity is PRICELESS. You may not use your creativity to bring food to your table, but embracing creativity will move mountains.
It will inspire.
It will rock the souls whose hearts are breaking.
It will help someone else who has been bottling up their shame, their pride, their anger, their hurt and release it upon hearing your voice or reading something you wrote.
It will not throw money at a problem, but it will lend an ear, or a melody, or a few words of comfort.
It will penetrate so deeply and so poignantly that money seems almost worthless.
And at this point in your life you might wonder why you still struggle with insecurity, but really it’s no wonder at all. As far back as you can remember you were more or less shamed away from thinking who you are is who you should be. And maybe that left you a little confused, or lost. But definitely insecure.
It’s no wonder so many artists battle with insecurity. But no longer, my friend. No longer.
You are able to paint feelings and create a masterpiece on silence. With an expression of your heart you give another heart hope.
This is who you were created to be.
A creator. An expresser. A mover of mountains.
A mover and shaker of sorts.