I don’t want to live this way anymore. I don’t want my self-worth to be conditional. I don’t want to feel unworthy of love, or for love itself to be the primary measure of my worth. I don’t want to be afraid to write and share my stories because they might not be good enough. I don’t want to abandon every novel I start over the terror of showing it to someone. I don’t want to shrink away from the possibility that something I write might be too revealing, might show something of me that I’m not ready to share, and leave me vulnerable to rejection. I don’t want the specter of rejection to send me scurrying for safety in the shadows.
Writing and Worthiness
Maria Wedin
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So don’t. Don’t let it win. Keep writing. Keep working! Put one word after another, no matter how painful those words are, and I promise they will get better.

I’m working on lucky novel 13 right now, and I can tell you that there are still times when I get into that mindset where it feels too personal, it feels like I’m unworthy of putting myself into the work.

But that’s all we can do, and I know you can do it.

It is the artist’s responsibility to communicate themselves to the world, so that others know it’s okay to face their perceived unworthiness head on. We have to be the strong ones so that others can see the way to address their emotions.

We are in the business of hope, and it is free for those who seek it.

I hope you decide to take that step. Please keep writing. Please keep putting one word after another. No one else can write your story for you.

Peace.

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