Lately I've been tapping into a new well of creativity. It feels much deeper and closer to my heart than what I've done before.
Cute drawings of trees and cups of coffee have turned into vibrant, large works of abstract art.
My writings have shifted from being about my reading list or '25 things you can do without the internet' to focusing on criticism, sacred art forms, and embracing the ebb and flow of life.
Almost immediately after I began creating from this deeper place, haters began to emerge from the woodwork.
- They insulted my "art".
- They told me I paint like a 5-year-old.
- They questioned the substance and depth of my art.
- They told me to cut it out with this 'creative self-help nonsense'.
And now I know that all this is a GOOD sign.
Don't give up. Don't back down. Don't let them scare you.