Only when I look in the rear view mirror am I able to see the importance of leaping. I never considered myself an artist and still struggle to associate myself with the term. I am more comfortable with maker or creative. Making this internal leap has been far more difficult than the creative process itself. It's ultimately vulnerable. I have grown closer to recognizing this irrational fear as noise, but I've had to work on shedding the feeling that I have not earned the right to expose my work to others. This is the leap, I suppose and only through conversation with other artists who struggle to identify with the term have I grown to understand the art of not. Of just sticking to doing what I love. This detachment from the ego leaves far more space for my ultimate goal of finding the flow in what I do. Although I deeply appreciate when others find value in my work, it is the value I find in the process that keeps me searching for more.