I just flew in from Chicago via Denver a couple of hours ago marking the cap to a great few days away in the windy, although not this weekend, city.
I woke up early today, very early: 3:45am CT/1:45 am PST to start my journey home. The sky today was beautiful all the way from the midwest to Pacific Northwest. We took off in the dark of the early morning and flew as the sun rose. I sat in the window seat from Denver to Seattle in order to take in the clouds. Scattered in places and constant in others. Cumulus, cirrus I don't know except to say these beautiful cloudscapes looked like yards of cotton balls laid across the sky and potatoes mashed and whipped into billowy sculptures. Meditating in the quiet above the clouds on this early morning focusing only on the beauty in the sky.
Fast forward to now feeling both energized and a little travel worn, sitting in a food court here in Seattle taking advantage of free wifi and enjoying a cup of hot tea. As I sit, I challenge myself to write something.
So this is a post of meandering with purpose. The intention is to see where my thoughts go without over-thinking and to write for practice. And even in this moment there is self-doubt which turns to fear that rears its head issuing warning that what I write may not be good enough.
There is this fear and the self-imposed expectations that everything I write must be good. This fear I challenge and practice letting go in order to free myself to write and release. I write in order to not stop what I dream. I dream to write, and so write I must. Practice in every word, every sentence, every post.
To accomplish something we have to start somewhere. To move forward, we must challenge what we fear. Stepping out of what feels safe stretches us into a whole new place of possibility.
”You learn how to make your work by making your work … art you care about -- and lots of it!”
From Art and Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking written by David Bayles and Ted Orland


