Allowing Ourselves To Be Seen Part 2| Diane Annie Mathias

In 2015 I took a huge risk. I started to share my own personal work in a blog.

This blog was not about business, like I had blogged before.

In those early blogging days, I became a part of a 30 day blogging challenge created by Bradley Wills. A part of this challenge, for me, was to come out of hiding and allow myself to be seen. I accepted the challenge of sharing some of my stories, artist books, and poetry that had never been made public before. I was going to let my readers come “inside” to my hidden places.

I often felt afraid. I was moving deeper and further into my path as a writer and a creative.

I was letting myself be seen.

I have been writing for a very long time.

I have been published in a variety of ways.

But what I was about to share was my very personal works. I began to write about various aspects of my life that people might not know:

I wrote about being a synaesthete, one who sees color when I hear music and tastes emotions.

I shared some of my one of kind artist books.

I wrote about intuitive writing and being a person of dreams.

I shared poetry that I had hidden away.

I began allowing my readers to have a deeper glimpse about who I am.

The Moon Watches Over You - A One of a Kind Artist Book

Sharing this work on social media changed me.

Every time I hit the “post” or “publish” button I felt that terror. The fear of rejection would rise up.
I know this may surprise some. So many think that I am fearless.
I am not. And this is why I am so passionate about supporting other writers. Writing is not an easy work.

I remember setting up my website.
I remember learning how to create links and use my own photos as I entered into a land that seemed scary and odd.
Traveling through Cyberspace was the beginning of a life changing journey.

I have come home to my true calling. I am so grateful that you are all part of this.

I thought you might enjoy looking at one of my first posts during that time.

I remember how this journey felt like one of those dreams where you are driving a car and then you realize that you are naked. And so I was. I was allowing myself a deeper level of vulnerability than what was in my comfort zone. I feel that way sometimes, even now.