Some people seem to like to rain on your parade, but we can learn how to hoist an umbrella and continue on.
They couldn’t help themselves.
Anything my friend did was negated. Any attempt at doing something special, creative, or different was criticized and smashed with harsh words. Sometimes an indifference, a bored ‘Whatever.’
It wasn’t that they wanted approval, but more so, they wanted to share the joy they found in their creativity.
They had the breath of a creative God within them, and they wanted to share their own creative expression with those dearest to them, but it was routinely dismissed as nothing. So there was ambivalence to their deepest gift.
Something began to die and shrivel up within them. The spark of expression was growing low.
Nothing they did was good enough. Depression, a poverty of spirit, and despair slowly began to suffocate the God breath out of them.