My creative soul is in the middle of a rebirth, a coming-of-age that's long overdue, again. This happens every year this time, I realized recently.
My love for the crisp fall air is deep but I have been having haunting memories of how this time of the year deeply hurts, too. My relationships are almost always strained and I am not communicating wisely to stay on top of that trend. I feel hurt that people don't see me or get me.
Writing is such a powerful tool to be heard but it cannot help you be seen. Jen Lemen wrote some seriously awesome words about this and, like many of her posts, I can't stop thinking about the amazing vulnerability of being seen.
I've always worried about not being heard. I've always worried about not being taken seriously.
But it all comes back to not being seen. Really seen.
Authenticity has to be a combination of all of these things and truly not giving a shit about any of them. But I do still ... which is a wake-up call for me to wake up and start writing more and worrying less.
But this is a lesson I learn over and over in life. It comes and goes like the tide, washing the memories away inch by inch.
Life is not perfect yet and therefore we must keep drudging through the thick sands, creating our own legacies.