This post struck a deep chord with me. I have a long history of lurking in the safety of my lonesome castle, and no insightful parent encouraged me to venture forth into the world; taking risks, confronting fears, finding out who I am in the process. To this day I struggle to claim my gifts, finish what I start, embrace success.
Of course, all that brooding, non-stop reading and fantasy-worlding can perhaps be credited for my creative vein developing as strongly as it did, so this is not meant to be an ode to self-pity 🙂 I am touched every day by insights from blogs like 400 days’til 40, and I feel less discontent with my achingly slow progress.
The self-portrait above expresses a lot of my fears, longing, and yes, hope!