Posts tagged 062821
Sharing who we are

When I was a performing songwriter, there was one moment when I was onstage somewhere and thought, “Why on earth should I bare my soul to these people?”

Back then, most of the songs I had written were like the songs I had been hearing singer-songwriters perform for most of my life. They were confessionals about love and romance and adjacent topics. You know, feelings and stuff. This material was so entrenched that I couldn’t seem to write about anything else.

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No one is keeping score

Our family truck (we don’t have a family car) is really ugly.

A white Ford F-150, it started its life as an AT&T fleet vehicle, so it has a service body with ambulance doors in the back. It has an orange strobe light and a misshapen, rusty rack on the roof.

It has since served as a makeshift workshop, which led to a splattering of epoxy on the side that will never come off.

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I could be wrong about everything

The fear of criticism prevented me from sharing my writing in the past.

Especially scary was the possibility that someone might tell me how wrong I was and be right about it, sending major cracks through the foundation my work is based on.

In fact, this fear didn’t just prevent me from sharing my writing — it prevented me from writing in the first place. That may have made me blameless, but it also made me bland. I wasn’t committing to a point of view, which meant that I wasn’t clear on what my point of view actually was.

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