I spent last week in North Carolina for training – it was gorgeous and the people were very, very nice. This means I have a grateful dump for you today.
Wait. That didn’t come out right.
What I mean to say is that I’ve posted all the rest of the #100graces to catch up. Now I can post one on Instagram every day going forward. I love you all.
This year I’m researching creativity. From the artist side, the only important part is to keep working, every day. But a regular day for me at this time in my life doesn’t always give me a chance to work it out. Sometimes, I get a big chunk of time and that’s how I force it through. Sometimes, I don’t have any time at all, no matter my priorities.
When creativity experts have day jobs, they’re a hell of a lot more believable.
Mostly, the hardest part for me is feeling like I have something to say. That I have a point of view.
This is hard.
Because as a ladyperson, I’m trained to agree with whatever everyone else wants to do.
This is hard.
Because I’ve been argued down again and again so that forty years later, the agreeable is the only thing I know.
Damn it. Oprah is right.
Taking time to be thankful,
to boil these blessings down into pithy sayings,
I quit obsessing on the things I’ve screwed up.
I quit obsessing about all the people I have to argue with.
I quit obsessing about everything I’ve left undone.
(Yo ho ho.)