The quote above is how I feel about sharing my work with others. My work reveals my self to others in ways that are sometimes very uncomfortable, but putting my work in front of another person is my way of “decorating my walls with hope.” I might end up decorating my walls with nothing but rejection letters from even the smallest of publishers, but that doesn’t matter. It connects me with the world around me.
The rejections and possible occasional acceptances will allow me to “curate my life with new stories.” I don’t want to live the old stories anymore. That doesn’t help me be the person I want to be. I have to make new stories happen. I can rewrite my own narratives in any way I choose. And it all begins with putting my words in someone else’s hands.