Dude. Stand by for my next rant. Thank you for that. Seriously.

I’m trying to write more but I found that just staring at my blank screen wasn’t doing shit for me.

And then a young man posted his fears and I was off and running. And the next day you give me this. A jackpot!

I’ll give you the short and sweet version now.

You don’t get to decide how talented you are. We do.

You sort of have to be dissatisfied. But I now believe, after having talked with a LOT of creators, that it’s a windmill destroying type of pursuit. We will never hit that bar we are called to.

What if our taste will forever be beyond our means?

Luckily, you’ve found the ability to still hit publish. And thank Gaia or the Great Spaghetti Meatball God or whatever you believe in for that. Because your piece was brilliant on too many levels for me not to hate you a little bit for your ability.

I have to stop. But more to come!