I am just a tool.

Leading up to, and before, each class I facilitate, I run through the same cycle:

Girl has idea, excitement ensues. She plans, creates, gathers, organizes. Then, self doubt/ridicule, panic, worry. Girl talks herself down off the ledge- shows up to class. The rest no longer in her hands.

Sounds dramatic but, through the years, the cycle has become predictable, manageable, and subsiding. While I’ll always want to make sure I’m providing a meaningful experience for those participating- I also aim to overcome the Bully; the self doubt and fear.

Thankfully, I know I am because each class is a lesson in how. Yesterday’s, no exception.

Circling back, I go into each class with all sorts of ideas, goals, ambitions. There, it becomes all my ideas V. the artist, their tools, and the page. Instantly, I recognize a relationship forms between them that I need not interfere with.

I simply provide an idea, a diving board for jumping. Jumping into another world where I can’t go, but catch a glimpse from the outside.

I am just a tool. The best thing to be. ❤️