I second-guess myself all the time. I hold on to a lot of fear. I fear that I’ll never be my best. I fear rejection. I fear pouring my heart into something just to be disappointed. I fear the hard work and enviable mistakes that are bound to follow. I forget that we all learn. I forget that there is no perfect equation in creativity. I forget that it’s in the mistakes that we find our way, our voice. I might not so easily lose my fear of being wrong, but I will choose to move forward anyway.