It’s hard for me to share my work.
At least for me, my approach to life is simple: I do what I want. I’m accountable to myself. I’m racing toward the person I know I’m capable of becoming.
I test things. I try, over and over. And when I’m finally satisfied that what I’ve made is good enough to share, I put it out into the world.
What people see is usually version six or eight of an idea I pursued and chipped away at until it felt right. I share what I’m proud of, even if it isn’t perfect.
But here’s what happens too often:
My work is often met with people’s own reflections — questions like, “How are you so good at everything?” or, “How do you make it all look so easy?” or even, “Why can’t I get my life together?”
No one sees the work. They only see the work product.
I’ve been told my work makes people feel inadequate, small, or unaccomplished. I’d hoped it would make them feel inspired, capable, and excited instead.
Maybe some people do feel that way — but they never say anything.
So, sometimes I hesitate to share. Because instead of feeling connected, I feel… separate. Misunderstood. Like my work accidentally builds walls instead of bridges.
I’m not totally sure where I’m going with this. But I know I want to keep trying to share, even if it’s complicated.