I have been extremely blessed. I have incredible siblings, supportive friends, even some of my coworkers have crossed that line, making them…more. They push me, they believe in me, they are looking forward to my greater…
Am I a shy person… not really, but am I starting the conversation, probably not. I ride a really fine line, especially when I’m alone, but God has strategically placed extroverts in my life lol. They are the best, while being wildly annoying at the same time. I can’t count how many times I’ve been somewhere and one of them randomly tells someone I’m a spoken word artist while I’m minding my own business in the corner of the conversation.
“Oh wow. Let me hear something.” They always say this or they ask me if I know a poet who is widely known across YouTube or other SM outlets. *Enter sinking stomach here* Depending on where I am, I politely decline, but more times than not I follow up with, “what do you want to hear a poem about?” As if I don’t primarily write about my faith or social activism. Every now and then I write something that doesn’t quite fit in those categories, but…
OR, if I’m with someone close enough to have a favorite piece of mine, I’ll let them choose.
My little sister for example, loves “You Are” (a piece in my book). I struggle to remember it but keep it just at the edge of my memory in the event that I need to recall. One of my coworkers always says, “Do the basketball piece!” (“Win, When”) lol.
Recently, this exact scenario happened 😩.
I felt 😄😏🙄😩🤢👀😬🙃 all at the same time.
I did the piece…
I am so absolutely sure of my gift, that never changes. God gave it to me, I give it to His people, in a show of faith that it will be given back to Him in increase. BUT, every so often I meet someone and I value their opinion, I want their feedback, and the waiting between my last word and their first word feels like insanity.
I know myself, and because of that I had to learn early on to NOT rely on these opinions to keep me whole. That I know the truth about who I am. That it’s okay to not be liked lol.
But she said I should stay humble… that she could tell I was bright, a thinker. That I understood the importance of listening before I speak. (As a middle child and first born simultaneously, I’ve learned to play my position well lol). She said, I was going to make a difference. She, encouraged me. And encouragement for me is a strange beast.
Encouragement wraps around the throat of fear, severing the connection of fleshly doubt.
I walk taller, my pen moves faster, I am refreshed, renewed, and I temporarily close the door shut on rebellion.
So, in this time, let me encourage you…
Only you know exactly where you are, only you know why you are holding yourself back. Is it fear? Is it doubt? Frustration maybe? You don’t want to be open? Vulnerable? You don’t want to be rejected? Maybe no one will like it?
May I offer for your consideration that, someone will love it! That there is someone waiting for that idea that’s been sitting in your head. That maybe even though someone has done it, no one has ever done it like you.
I’ve been there, trust me! Most of my post are nothing more than me opening myself for the internet. Every blog, every spoken word piece, they mean something. You know what I also know? That I’m somebody’s favorite poet. I’m somebody’s favorite (although inconsistent) blogger. I’m somebody’s favorite podcast host. And on and on and on. You are somebody’s favorite too! Give them a reason to let you know and when they do, remember to stay humble too.
2 Corinthians 11:30 CSB
30 If boasting is necessary, I will boast about my weaknesses.
To the reader, I love you.
To the creative, I am inspired by you.
To the thinker, I am learning from you.
To the doer, I am encouraged by your fearlessness.
P.s. Shout out to My Friend, my favorite Hair Stylist ❤