I finally realized the wall that stops me every time my hands hit the keyboard. When I was in middle school I remember the teacher of a “gifted students class” told me I wasn’t creative enough. As a child that really hurt and confused me. I loved to create. I’d stay up till sunrise drawing, painting, singing, dancing… How dare she say that.
I had to brush it off and keep it moving. I’m sure my mom heard about it for weeks after. I let the feelings simmer until they finally evaporated into my subconscious. In my schoolyears I avoided art classes or any creative expression, with the fear of being judged for my creativity.
For years I unconsciously carried those words and sought out evidence to prove them right. Growing up I always believed I was creative… just not enough.
Here I am today, with my reflection telling me one story and my soul exposing another.
I am worthy of material abundance for my creative projects.
I am worthy of expressing my soul without judgment.
I am worthy of attracting wealth into my life.
I hold the focus necessary to achieve my dreams.
I take action on my ideas.
I am worthy of happiness and relaxation.
I am worthy enough to fulfill my life purpose.
I am creative enough.