valued.
The Price Tag for Worth
Money. Influence. Knowledge.
Should these define my value?
No.
But do they?
Sometimes, yes.
Distorted thinking wins some days.
I know I am not alone in this struggle.
It's a dark hole. Sometimes it only takes a brief nudge to tumble. To succumb to it's gloomy mist.
Walk with me to the edge. Peer into the abyss of cultural norms. Listen to the voice of external expectations.
It's easy to be lured into the belief that a thriving art business would be the panacea. Or maybe a large scale exhibit? Or influential tribe?
But it never ends.
If you've ever struggled in this regard then you know what I mean.
Once down, it's easy to get mired in defeat. Wrestling under the weight of no value. Bruised from self-inflicted unkindness.
Climbing to the surface, I finally get a glimpse of the value God has already given.
It is hard to live in truth.
It is hard to believe that my value does not rest on the ledge of selling art. Perfecting sketches. Or gaining followers.
Value is not about what I do. Or what I make. Or how much money I earn.
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My value just is.
Don't put a price tag on yours.
“May you never forget how far you have come and the miles it took just to get to this place.”