sometimes we are lost in questions
which is to be lost in things unlived.
ghosts of the past, no longer alive
or ghosts of the future, not yet in form.
but we may make use of lifeless thoughts.
we may recognize the fear in them
and where there is fear
there is the chance to face it.
there will always be the question of giving in.
or any number of misfortunes.
but the choice to face fear anyway
is the end of lifelessness
each breath you take may be a question:
do I have the strength?
as long as you’re breathing
- There is no right answer.
- Start with options.
- Choose flow over force….
- …but force if necessary with value-driven action.
- The first two hours are a warm up.
- Anything can be done ten minutes at a time.
- Accept the possibility of making no progress, or a mistake, or a shitty first draft.*
- One thing at a time.
- Even the greats don’t know what they’re doing half the time.
- If you’re not facing your fear, you’re not working.
- Limitations are opportunities for creative solutions.
- This isn’t about feeling good.
- It’s about getting on with your life.
- Negative thoughts can be written down, tape recorded, or otherwise set aside so that you can get back to work.
- Leave room for what you can’t imagine.
- It doesn’t have to make sense.
- You don’t have to achieve anything.
- Final grades are based 50% on effort and 50% on self-honesty.
- It’s okay to take it slow.
- Make your own rules.
* See Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott.
Be at peace
the monsters you dream of
you have already met
and your most dreaded fear
you have already faced.
there are two kinds of fear:
one tells you to turn on your heel, honey, and walk away.
this type of fear whispers you know better.
the other is a big, fat neon arrow pointing toward your dreams.
with this type of fear, you’re petrified, but you sense something delicious in your soul, something that’s begging to be brought into the world.
trust your heart to know the difference.
in your heartache’s
in that moment
you had not the strength
to bear the pain
meant to be yours alone
so you hid it away
accept the confirmation
of your unconscious
you have passed the test.
feel it throb in every fiber
& know you will not break.
this has always been
you are the agent
of your own momentum.
the moment you embrace it
& declare “this, i can
its hold upon you
all this time it has waited
for your surrender.
allow it in every atom
& stand victorious
among the wreckage of what
used to be.
to be young
is a frightening thing.
it means coming up against
all the darkest
things of life:
before you’ve had the chance
to understand what they mean.
it means facing certain facts:
the ones you love most
you must someday let go;
you will never be the child
you once were;
nor are you likely to become
what you once dreamed of being.
it means staring into your remaining years
as an unfathomable abyss
& fearing what change
what loss of current circumstance
may take place therein.
it means realizing that:
the words you least want to listen to
are those you most need to hear;
joy and loss
are in fact one and the same;
your tears are the bridge
between your most treasured moments
& the knowledge of their impermanence;
all things of this world will fade
& clinging to them cannot prolong the inevitable;
running away only brings you closer
to the thing from which you run;
& the only way for pain to end
is to feel it as deeply as you can
for as long as it wishes to be felt.