For the last few years, I’ve doubted my power I wrote, but I didn’t publish it. I created and shared, but once I posted, my anxiety kicked into high gear. Yet, when the work I created didn’t get the accolades of social media likes, clicks and celebration, I let my power of me fade. The biggest demons we face exist inside of us. I live with the fear of not being good enough. The rotations of stepping out and letting the rejection of my craft as a human, graphic designer, and writer push me behind the scene. This July, I realized I was in a deep insanity in allowing fear stealing from me. That I missed my mark by letting fear pen my forty-plus years.
