Fwacata

Because your sketch that looks like a potato is still proof that you showed up.If there’s one thing that chaps my balls (and trust me, there are many), it’s ego.You know the kind—spoken-word monologues that sound like they were written by a mirror:“I am the truth, I am the fire, I am the cosmic latte of your reflection.”Cool. Congrats. But here’s the thing: creating isn’t about being the cosmic latte. It’s about doing the thing, failing at the thing, and sometimes—even more importantly—celebrating the fact you did the thing at all.Because being creative is like being in a bad relationship. You give it everything: your time, your sleep, your Netflix queue. And what do you get back? A drawing of a horse that looks like a toaster with legs. Or a short story that reads like it was typed with someone’s feet.But now and then, you land it. You make something, you look at it the next day, and you don’t want to vomit. That’s a win.And here’s the tragedy: most of us don’t celebrate it. We just shrug and say, “Yeah, but