Lead with Light, Let Fear Follow - by Sandra Yvonne

Even after two years of sharing my writing online, there lives a wellspring of fear and insecurity inside me. Nobody can see my pause or panic. Is this dumb? How bad is my craft? Am I being personal enough? Too personal? Should I have kept what I shared in a draft? Because it’s in sharing my words, that I create a space so vast, I expand. But this space makes way for self-doubt to slow crawl across my mind. But why? In a sense, sharing my writing is a way to accept my flawed humanity. I’m a private person, but I strive to write openly and honestly about what I keep inside of me. And this means my flaws feel fully on display. You and your eyes can quietly pick and prod at them and me. And sometimes, this weighs heavy on me; to be constantly aware of the way you can see the holes in who I am and what I think. So why ship my words to strangers online? Why open myself up to the possibility of judgment? To confront and stay in conversation with my fears. I hear them loudest when I engage wi

Even after two years of sharing my writing online, there lives a wellspring of fear and insecurity inside me. Nobody can see my pause or panic. Is this dumb? How bad is my craft? Am I being personal enough? Too personal? Should I have kept what I shared in a draft? Because it’s in sharing my words, that I create a space so vast, I expand. But this space makes way for self-doubt to slow crawl across my mind. But why? In a sense, sharing my writing is a way to accept my flawed humanity. I’m a private person, but I strive to write openly and honestly about what I keep inside of me. And this means