While I wrote this a while ago, and the snow has pretty much melted in the meantime this feels pertinent to the times and the fact that so many people are beginning to stumble and falter. I had a rough couple of weeks recently, for no particular reason, and while I'm coming out the other side now this feels like I could easily have written it last week....on the upside, outside things are beginning to bloom and the recent snow doesn't seem to have killed off their spirit.
It has been a rough week...a rollercoaster. One of those points where I feel like I'm so far behind, ten years behind and trying to catch up?... it is all futile. Wasted effort. I see that I have been given what I've been asking for, been working towards, but it all feels too late. I've wasted it, all those gifts. The economy has changed. The political climate has changed. The world has changed and I missed my opportunities. I can do the things that I want to do, but forget making a living from it. That ship has sailed. And it will still take me 5 or 10 years to get to where I need to be anyway, to make this work. So why bother...
That has been my week. It is still my week. And yet -
Ride it out. Sit with it, don't push it away into a box.
Sit with that feeling of futility, of failure, of hopelessness.
There is a bit of sun out there, go walk in it, even though it is still cold.
Dealing with the inner world of the challenges of running a business – part time or full, of pursuing anything artistic, or creative, or really anything you are passionate about...it is all part and parcel of the reality. It is the part no one ever talks about – though that is beginning to change.
It is the unspoken struggle, the one we don't admit to for fear of …
So here I am, sitting in it, riding it out trying to focus on the sun rather than the snow.
Knowing without believing that it will clear like the snow will melt and the skies will clear. Working hard at holding faith in the memory of the green and the warmth and the growth – inside and out.
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