No room for fear.
I have a quote by Toni Morrison on the wall where I have mapped out my plan to help creatives access financial wellness. It reads, “This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear.”
Next to that quote, I have another one by Anaïs Nin that reads, “Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.”
On the one hand, there is fear. An emotion born of lack. Lack of safety, understanding, resources, connection, or anything else that feels vital to our survival.
On the other hand, there is art. A thing born of excess. Excess longing, desire, hope, grief, joy, pain, or anything else that we are unable to express and process through society’s more prescribed channels.
With these two dichotomies in mind, I spent this past weekend reorganizing and expanding my business plans. When I originally mapped out what I want to do to support creatives create financial stability so they can do their best work, my choices were edged in fear.
Fear of being seen. Fear of owning the work I am meant to be doing. Fear of asking for what I want.
As an antidote to my fear, I tapped into the excess that would rinse fear out of my body. Excess desire to see this work come to fruition. Excess ideas that are symbiotic in their relationship to one another. Excess longing to ease the suffering of my fellow creatives.
By the end of the weekend, I had fully expanded on my ideas so that they were in support of my art instead of in response to fear. What’s more, everything fit together with greater ease and grace than when I was planning from a place of fear.
Of course, I have no idea how it will all come together. And I’m going to start where I am with what I have. I’m going to start by allowing myself to be seen, by owning the work I am meant to be doing, and by asking for what I want.
No time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear.
So, what are you afraid will happen if you ask for what you want?