It's about talent.
It's about the people around you who are talented.
Who are agented.
Who are published (self or traditionally, tyvm).
Who are award winners.
Who are AWESOME.
Art is a weird and twisted thing sometimes. We create and then we want desperately for others to approve of our work. We compare our work to everyone else's. We think about how good everyone else's manuscript is. How beautiful their prose. How lively their characters are.
And maybe, it's a HUMAN reaction to want to cut that talented person down.
Sometimes, our egos get in the way and our instinct is to try and diminish their talent to make our own seem brighter.
But here's the thing...
Your talent doesn't diminish mine.
Her talent doesn't diminish yours.
You can be brilliant and creative and unique and beautiful and SO CAN SHE.
I am a middle school teacher. I work with young people all day, every day, and they are awful to eachother. Especially girls. It is this instictive thing that girls do (how do they learn this?!) that when they feel bad about themselves, they tear other people down.
If I call her ugly, it will make me feel more beautiful.
But that never works.
So, here's my big metaphor. Ready?
Talent/beauty/amazeballsness... it's like the flame of a candle.
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When I share my light with you, my light doesn't go out.
IT JUST MAKES MORE LIGHT.
Your light and mine can glow side by side... there isn't a limited supply. There's always more to burn.
Ages ago, I wrote a blog called "Flowers Just Bloom" which was featured on the Operation Beautiful website. I want to quote a bit of it here:
Flowers just bloom.
They don’t compare themselves to other blossoms.
They don’t want for more or less petals.
They don’t wish they were another color.
They don’t feel insecure if they open more quickly or slowly than another.
They don’t feel guilty if they’re more symmetrical or tall than another bud.
Flowers just bloom.
They open, and blossom. They REACH for the sun! They spread their petals, and root into the earth, and they strive only to be the most full, complete, and beautiful flower that they can be.
I just want to blossom. I just want to bloom, and feel beautiful in my own patch of earth. I don’t want to worry about what the other flowers are wearing, or what size they are, or how high they can sing without straining, or how fit they are, or how thoughtful they are. So, I’m working on it. Just trying to bloom…
I don't intend for this message to be preachy... I know it can be hard to wait and to watch others who are where you want to be.
But I promise that supporting others breeds in you such an appreciation for your own journey... I believe it's worth it.