I used to be a passion basher.
+I scoffed passionate creatives.
+I smirked at artists I deemed pretentious.
+I sneered at anyone who was zealous.
Why?
Because I was uncomfortable with their level of commitment and passion.
Because I was jealous of their tenacity.
Because I didn’t understand them and, consequently, was afraid of them.
Basher to Fan
Something happened recently that turned my desire to criticize the creative leaders of our day into a desire to become their fans.
I stopped hating and started loving. Continue reading “Passion Basher”