Courage

Today I claim my right, purpose and heartfelt desire to be an artist. I now understand this is something only I can give myself. My whole life I have been waiting for other people (or miracles) to lead me to my calling. But now I see that it is something I must own. This immediately brings up fear. It's scary to think it, even scarier to write it. What if I am wrong? As in there is really something else I should be doing and I am wasting precious time or as in I have no talent and I am delusional or (the worst of all) I am taking the easy way out. But it doesn't feel that way. It feels like I am ready to stop drifting and to start start standing on my own two feet. To say out loud for all to hear.....I am an artist....and I am willing to assume my role as a mediatrix for the collective.