Yesterday, I caught up with a friend. We hadn’t seen each other in over 2 years.
She’d deactivated her Facebook account years ago and I didn’t really know where she was at, what was happening and all that jazz.
She spoke about how good it felt.
Not to know, not to compare, not to desire for public show.
And I started telling her that I’m scared.
I’ve built Kish+Co, and now that I’m letting it go, will I ever be able to build something?
How are people going to perceive me?
As a mum letting it go?
Giving up the career for the baby?
Not sure what new “project” is next?
What if it falls apart?
I don’t even know where this writing is taking me, I just know it’s what I want to do.
And what if you see me as a total “artist” relying on her husbands money?
She said to me – what is so wrong with figuring it out?
With every idea explored even if it didn’t pan out as you expected?
There is more to that than wishing and wondering, never taking the risk.
And then she said…
I don’t believe in sitting at the computer pretending to work.
I focus on what I need to get done and do it.
And for the past two years she’s been chipping away. No progress updates, no press releases, no need to publicise her stages. She’s working solo. Goal in mind, deliverable only unto herself.
I need some of that good shit.
PS – after the stint off Facebook, I realised I didn’t miss it 80% as much as I thought I would. However, I do occasionally share posts on Facebook (these womanhood ones) and it’ll generate 100+ hits for me, so I keep my profile on just for the occasional share.