No publications. No curations. No clout.
Just me.
I have generally been one to shy away from sharing my artwork. Even as a musician, I still feel odd playing in front of people, and I feel awkward taking any compliments. This shyness has carried over to my writing as well.
Getting a notification that one of my pieces has been curated is exciting. It provides a specific type of validation that offers that perhaps what I have to say is valuable. It has helped me understand that my writing can make an impact. However, it is also a reminder to me that I cannot begin to rely on curation as a means to tell me whether or not my pieces hold value.
I have found myself writing frequently, and I have found myself sharing my work as much as possible. However, I don’t get much feedback from the people that mean the most to me. So, while I feel like getting curated is truly a step in the right direction, I am still not afforded the meaningful impact of what it feels like to hear “wow, that was really good!” from someone I love or respect.
Writing, just like any other artform, creates an opportunity to be humbled at any turn. I have read many articles on Medium, and I have noticed that my writing style is different than many. Sometimes I see pieces that get massive traffic and praise, and I wonder how this happened based on the…
