Sharing what you’ve made can yield instant, gut-level insight.
In my writing group, we read our work to each other out loud. The sentences that make me cringe and wish to skip to the next page are often the lines that need cutting. The passages my voice moves through comfortably are often the truthful portions that need to stay. The act of sharing itself sometimes helps me as much as the feedback from the group.
Whatever you made isn’t perfect—your song, your painting, your website. But there’s a moment when it’s ready enough, even if just for a small group of trusted eyes to start.
*(Trying to take my own advice. I finished writing a book that doesn’t feel right to publish. Wrestling with the idea of spending that much time on pages I keep to myself.)