On a Life of Shame during Pride Month
It is only now that I consider that perhaps so much went unknown about me, not only because I was good at hiding, but also because no one is looking.
And here at Pride—my first ever—it seems silly, but I finally get why it's called Pride. My entire life has been buried under a pantomime of a person. A false self designed for my survival. I am proud of my survival and transformation in the past year. Even as I grieve the years and relationships lost to falsehoods and lies necessary for my survival.
Creative Discipline
Discipline... Its not a word that really fits with creativity when you think about it.
Or at least not to me. Discipline feels like control and punishment. Nothing makes my inner child want to curl up and die more than the idea of discipline. Truly, an ideal environment to foster joy, wonder, whimsy, and play (sarcasm intended).
