When Big Boys Cry- A Story of Art and Tears
A year ago, I stumbled across Naval’s teachings.
He made me realize that I had a stack of skills that I had developed in the last 30 years of my life that I was undervaluing.
Naval essentially gave me permission to create and build my intellectual property library. Teevee IP- I like the sound of that.
In the year since then, I’ve written and sketched almost daily. I didn’t realize it, but I started to build a reputation of some sort along the way.
I feel like a kid and having so much fun. If I go a day without sharing something- I feel a bit off. Empty.
Several weeks ago, I had a couple of people interested in buying some of my work. Then my art teacher encouraged me to productize my hand lettering as a font that I could sell.
Whoa. My lettering? My art?
He asked: Hey Teevee, have you made a dollar online yet?
I scoffed and said: Bro, I’ve made a living online as a digital marketer for over ten years.
But then I thought deeper. He was really asking if I had made money from my art online.
This. This I had not done. Not ever.
I felt the little boy inside of me start to jump up and down. Our eyes welled up. We whimpered. And then liquid-like substance began to flow from our eyeballs.
“What’s happening? Why am I crying?”
It took me a minute, but then it became apparent.
The little boy who decided to be an artist as a career felt valued. Someone was willing to give their hard-earned money in exchange for ownership of his stories and art.
That just hit different, and I started crying again.
I’ve lived an interesting life and have a mountain of stories to be shared and illustrated. Little Teevee and Big Teevee can’t wait to share them all.