As humans, we often forget how things and moments are not eternal. We hold onto things, thoughts, moments, and even relationships. We want to have them forever. We want them to last forever. What we forget is that they’re all going to disappear, and that’s okay. That’s exactly the beauty of it. We should appreciate each thing, thought, moment, or person because they won’t be here forever. After all, this is what life is all about. I continued: “when something is so special shouldn’t you want to share it with the world or at least the people you love?”

Things are constantly changing. Thoughts pass. Relationships evolve. Moments disappear. Keeping something so special for yourself is not permitting it to exist, even for a small amount of time. If it feels so unique and relevant to you, there’s a reasonable probability that it can be for others too. So why is it so hard to let go and share our work with the world? Are we scared of being judged or, worse, ignored?

In ancient times, every artist had their own Genius or Daemons. They believed that their creativity came from beyond and through a divine spirit that would speak wisdom to the artist and assist them with their work. As Elizabeth Gilbert explains in her TED talk, this distance protects you from the results of your work.

I’ve been writing for many years. I’ve had many notebooks full of ideas, poems, short stories, essays, and novel outlines. It’s only been five years that I’ve allowed myself to take writing seriously. Finally, it took me five years of writing — almost — every day to only call myself a writer today. I haven’t shared my work with others yet despite giving myself that title. I keep it in notebooks, journals, computer, and notes on my phone. I have a double imposter syndrome of not having a writing degree and English not being my first language. My words aren’t less important than others, though. No, they’re not. It only leaves them unseen, unread, unheard.

I don’t want to mute myself because of fear. I think we, women, fear enough not to share our voices. Because if we release the fear, we are safe, we can write our own story, which can be a gift for others.

I’ll hang more with my cute little Daemons and Genius and share more soon!