A brick to be laid…tomorrow it’s a wall.
A dollar to save…tomorrow it’s wealth.
A idea to be learned…tomorrow it’s wisdom.
What small joy will you give up and what small pain will you take on today for massive joy tomorrow?
I’m glad I did > I wish I had.
Write about it.
Put a stamp on it.
Mail it.
Call on it.
Shake on it.
Just because the technology is old doesn’t make it useless.
Something unique happens when you name those things, feelings, thoughts, or ideas that you’re in pursuit of or that haunt you.
For instance, Steven Pressfield calls that nagging voice of distraction and disbelief the “resistance”. Now that you have a name for it and that name discloses what it does, you can now call it out push back against it.
For purposes of this blog, we’ve named the success we are all after as “our music.” By giving success the name music, we’ve opened the idea that success could be a timely collection of multiple factors that occur simultaneously. So we must gather instruments and insure they’re making music and not noise.
In creating names for these ideas and unseen realities, two things happen:
1) For the good things you’re after, now you and your tribe have something to point at.
2) For those things that haunt you, now you can call them out, silence them, and mute their plea. Caution: they hate being named.
False.
There’s an abundance of whatever you’re looking for.
Where things get scarce is with those who are willing to sacrifice the time, energy, and effort to draw and walk the maps to find the abundance of such things mentioned above.
The market will never take the blame – so we must.
If you’re thinking there’s not enough _________ in your world, perhaps the market is simply rewarding you with what you’ve been giving it?
The good news is that the perfect script, the only one right move, and the perfect swipe of the paintbrush is a misnomer…it simply doesn’t exist within the expression of whatever your craft may be. As the moments change, so will your art.
So when you’re foot frozen, handcuffed, and or tongue tied because of the fear of what’s on the other side of a particular move, statement, or stroke of the brush – free yourself in this simple but hard to swallow statement: be ok with what will be and mute the nervous whispers of what could be.
Just keep in mind two non-negotiables: Be human and make it yours.
More often than not, when you’re heart is right fear tends to fizzle and you’re left with the art you hoped for and not what you were afraid of creating.
Author something for us. The market is flooded with narrators.
