It was exhausting to have my confidence constantly riding on how well I "performed" in life. And the nastiest part of this false confidence? It keeps you addicted to others' approval, like a drug. Every hit of attention from others brings a sweet rush, but sadly takes you further away from learning to be yourself and live your own ideals.
I think of my friend often when I listen to writers talk about their latest idea for a new book. Every writer is a visionary in their own way. Our stories, like my friend's schools, begin in a place where only we can see them. It is so exciting, it is so life-affirming, to perceive something tangibly before it exists. At such times we are in touch with life's complete creative potential. It is as if we can perceive, not just the apple tree, but also all the apples it will produce.