Being a “people-pleaser” is the worst thing you could ever be…
…and sensational headlines are an incredibly cheap way to gain an audience, but now that I have you here, here’s what I’ve been thinking today:
Of all the things I’ve learned in my almost thirty years of existence, few have been as significant as the realization of just how dangerous it is to be a people-pleaser.
I don’t think it’s at all a coincidence that creative-types are frequently people-pleasers. All art is is an extension of oneself, put on a platter, and thrown to the wolves. It’s an intimate and fragile cosmic thingy, guarded by layers of self-doubt, that when gifted to an audience, comes with a note that says, “how much am I worth?” The moment you give it away, you have no power. It’s both a terrifying and liberating experience.
When confined to a specific task, putting something out into the world for validation isn’t doom and gl