A haiku:
Overcast morning
That's outside, though. Inside, clear
Sunday is for dreams
That's outside, though. Inside, clear
Sunday is for dreams
And a gratitude:
Realization points. By which I mean moments when you realize that you're being too hard on yourself, that it's not all bad in the least, and if you just let the critical voice within you give way to your creative voice it can spark positive developments. Through a combination of journal writing and conversations with good friends I've realized I can trust myself more than I have and you know what? Everything will be all right. The world will keep turning. Nothing will implode. So no need for letting anxiety rule the day. Worries have their place. Recently I read some sage advice on this topic: "Worry once and do it well." I think that should be the order of the day. Channel the concerns into a positive forum. Don't let them take over but give them constructive airtime.
But the same goes for your creative impulses. They need a bigger voice, a seat at the table. Think this can be arranged. Realizations like these come to us as flashpoints and often it takes time to integrate them into your way of living but with a little dedication that can well happen. So I'm grateful first for the realizations, without which none of this could go on to happen.
But the same goes for your creative impulses. They need a bigger voice, a seat at the table. Think this can be arranged. Realizations like these come to us as flashpoints and often it takes time to integrate them into your way of living but with a little dedication that can well happen. So I'm grateful first for the realizations, without which none of this could go on to happen.
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