“88 are better than one”… or “Have no fear?”
Last night I was thinking about what it means to be brave. Or rather what it means to be afraid. I have received quite a few comments from people calling me brave for the art I do. Brave for how I put myself out there to the world. Brave for letting go and opening up. In reality, I am pretty afraid. I am afraid of being forgotten. I am afraid of being left out. I am afraid of death. I am afraid of rejection and abandonment. I am afraid no one likes me. I am afraid I am stuck.