"I sketch a simple stick figure, and it bears a passing resemblance to a spider - and that's perfectly okay. I strum my daughter's ukulele, and the strings seem to protest, wondering what they've done to deserve such treatment. My rendition of Whitney Houston's classics is... creative, to say the least, as I butcher the lyrics with gleeful abandon. But I'm not embarrassed; I'm embracing the art of imperfection, the beauty of failure, and the liberation of forgiveness. I'm learning that embarrassment only holds power if I allow it to. Thank you for this freedom, which allows me to explore my creativity without fear of judgment, to laugh at my mistakes, and to find joy in the process, not just the product. I'm discovering that it's okay to be a beginner, to make mistakes, and to learn from them. And in doing so, I'm finding a sense of peace and self-acceptance that I never thought possible."
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Ken Clepper
Versatile wordsmith and history buff: poet, author, essayist, and enthusiast of the past."
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