But what will they think?

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Good morning gorgeous. It's so delightful to see you on this warm summer morning. Go grab an iced latte and pull up a cushion, a lot has happened since we last chatted. Let's talk a hot sec about putting yourself out there.

A lot of us have some form of magic in us that we’ve decided to keep to ourselves. People we love tell us to just put it out there, to put our writing, our art, our gifts into the world. But out there is a scary space. What is out there? Probably snakes, we think, and stay on our living room couch.

Why should I be vulnerable with my work if I can’t control what will happen next? Here’s the point where, instead of taking a peek out into the unknown, we decide to remain right where we are. I know what’s in here, but I don’t know what’s out there. Here is safe. Out there is scary.

Out there they can judge your work. But what will they say? We all worry about this shadowy they a lot. Maybe they’re people you went to school with or people you grew up with. We worry about them, so we keep our gifts, our creativity, our writing, our art, and what we were put on this earth to create in here. Because out there, they can judge it.

We can’t let the trolls determine our life paths, or we’ll all be living under fucking bridges.

Remember, there are other theys out there too. The people who need to hear what you have to share. The people who need your art to help them heal. The people who need your company to exist to solve their problem, and the people you'd inspire by living just a tiny bit more bravely.

They need your magic. They need you more than your ex, or your high school bully, or the people you went to university with who might whisper. Fuck the trolls, there are people more important who need your art. You’re doing them a disservice by keeping your gifts locked inside. That's the they who needs you.

Change the they you make decisions for, and you’ll change everything.

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