Caught in a cloud. Thoughts emerge and vanish behind a thick and heavy fog. Memory splinters can be seen but with closer Inspection they are lost and out of sight. Sometimes I see shapes. Like the outline of a house or a church. The closer I walk towards it the more is revealed. But as I walk away it vanishes from sight and is forgotten until the next time I happen by it on accident.
I’m trying to find new ways of reaching the world with the things I make. I want to bring joy to people’s lives. I look for advice and all I can find are people trying to sell me how to be like them. Only, these people make their money off the backs of people like us - people with something to say. They don’t have anything to say but if you buy into their program they will sell you how to sell like them. Cut the cord. Take the raft. Take what destiny the sea might bring.
I am standing before a path wanting to move forward.
The fear of being caught stops me.
The fear of shame blocks me.
The fear that you won’t like me hinders me.
I am frozen on a path in the woods.
I give up and turn away.