Never knowing which way the wind will blow, we rise each day with hope.
And uncertainty.
Never knowing which way the wind will blow, we rise each day with hope.
And uncertainty.
We could all use a bit more quiet and productive time in our lives.
I find myself having a certain recurring conversation – more often that I’d believe possible.
It’s always something like this:
“Why does this person get this role?” Or “How did that guy get that directing job?”
If you’re not where you’d like to be (and honestly, who is?), then you may have the tendency to use others as benchmarks for why you’re lousy.
Why you feel you are the only one facing these difficulties.
But that isn’t the reality. The reality is very nuanced. So just keep asking yourself, “Am I closer today than I was yesterday?”
Most of the important work in writing is showing up to write. Maybe ninety percent.
It’s the same with most things.
As long as you show up, you can fake the rest.
Life may not be a game. But if it isn’t, it’s certainly set up like one.
A common thread among those I’ve been collaborating with lately is trying to get further ahead – mostly in their creative careers, but the rest is across the board.
Some compare themselves to others who they feel are further ahead then they deserve.
“Why is this person doing this, when I’m more qualified and can’t get the gig?”
And I tell them, don’t compare. You’ll only make yourself miserable.
If this is what you want to do, and you’re working towards your goal, shouldn’t you enjoy playing the game of life just a little bit more?
Can there be magic, though?
Certainly.
An idea whose time has come, as someone famously quipped.
There is indeed magic in that.
The act of writing is the act of finding words to express ideas.
That’s it.
There’s very little magic in the actual act of writing.
If someone thinks differently than us, do we listen in a calm and understanding fashion?
Or do we merely shut down, and devolve into base accustations and insults?
This is something I’m considering today, more so than any other day…
When was the last time you did something for the first time?
For me, it’s shockingly frequent. I don’t actively look for new endeavors, but with my career being what it is, I find myself in new situations quite often.
Most recently, I was overseeing the build of a faux-ice rink. Sure, why not?
I heard somewhere that time sees to move slower when faced with new experiences. As we get older, and tend to find ourselves in an unshakable routine – well, you might be familiar with the sensation of time flying by.
Sprinkling new experiences into our lives may just be the antidote for that.
I think it every Halloween. I enjoy this season.
Many of us like to be scared. By entertainment.
We don’t do so well with fear from other sources.
That’s something to think about.