Words to Creativity

It is a moment in time that I can or cannot savor, be a part of or step into. 

These moments that are so sweet and so fleeting. Like the spring runoff or a flake of snow.

The feelings that can consume and produce or cause question or doubt.

And then I am faced with a junction: continue or stop; share or to keep within; courageously launch this piece of my person into the world or shrink from fear and worry.

Maybe no one will care. Maybe they will. Maybe that's the point. Maybe I don't care. Judgement. 

All of these experiments - each little experiment helping me improve, test, try. Mostly, get it out of my system. 

To look forward, wake up excited, happy, full and with hope for the next thing.  Not every day but many more days. Maybe.