Are you afraid to be discovered?

When I was a kid, I was fascinated by stories of 1950’s Hollywood Stars being discovered while drinking a Coke at a drugstore counter. And I wanted to be one of them. I briefly thought that I might become a famous singer like Diana Ross or Diahann Carroll. Until the close ups on television showed their velvet tongues as they were in full voice. Game over. I have what my dentist once called a “graphic tongue” … rutted like an old road. But there are other ways of “being known”. Not as a famous star. Not as an infamous criminal. But the kind of “knowing” that I was really after was that kind that feels seen and understood. That is why I write. Half of my brain is trying to discover what I think and feel and know. The other half is giving voice to those things. So that I’m no longer unseen. So that I am discovered. So that I am.