“Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price.”
I sat down today to add the prices to my art for the First Friday event all I could think was; “Who do you think you are? What makes you so special?”
Sometimes my brain thinks it is protecting me from hurt but it is actually making it hard to put myself out there.
Someone today also asked me why we are putting this event on, after a heavy sigh, I responded as honestly as I could “I want these artists to be seen. I want this community to see their neighbors and friends a bit differently, to see talent where they didn’t know it existed.”
If I keep this goal in mind, I can keep that Negative Nancy quiet for at least 24 more hours.