It takes a shitload of courage and vulnerability to do your own thing and put yourself out there.
And a very strange and uncomfortable dance with fear and uncertainty. It also takes a shitload of perseverance and self-belief that you somehow need to magically summon every single day. (I mean, fuck, if we could summon things, we’d definitely summon a patronus.)
You crave freedom but IT’S HARD WHEN DOING YOUR OWN THING OFTEN feels unsustainable, frustrating and SOMETIMES sanity questioning.
Your needs and your wellbeing often come last. You dreamt of so many things to do with your freedom, but there’s so much to do, and you feel bad for taking time for you when you’re not where you want to be. So much time is spent teetering on the edge of burnout and wondering if this is the only way, or if there’s more to life. And how you can find it.
It can also be incredibly lonely and isolating.
You crave the company of like-minded creatives and would love someone to bounce ideas with, but you question whether they even exist. You get so sick of the puzzled looks when people ask you what you do. And let’s face it, that question often feels impossible to answer even to yourself. You forget the work you’re doing is actually damn radical in a world full of cookie cutter moulds and predictable expectations.