The Test of Patience

I was at my window this week, watching the wind blow, watching the cars pass, watching the weeds grow. I thought of getting out the mower, ready to start a spring and summer and fall, in the South, of mowing, clipping, and composting the yard refuse. Imagining the work, the sweat, and the neighbor women who’d come to their porches in the middle of the day to observe, it made me wonder: why is this important?

Instead of mowing the lawn, I could plan my next book or outlining my next script. But like always, I’d choose the sun, the mower, or the possibility of getting rid of my lawn all together. Who needs things that make more work for you? 

I grew up working in the heat, watching things develop at a slow pace until done. The value was I learned patience and how to stick with something until I finished. 

The outcomes were slow, but the reward of leaving and returning to see the outcomes made it worth the hassle.

So, I dusted off the mower and got ready for my exercises of patience. The walking back and forth, the clean-up afterward, the leaving and coming back to see an accomplishment.  

Photo by Rockstaar

P.S. I hope you are making progress with your next big move. If not, make the phone calls, outline your ideas, plan and make the hustle pay off. I’m taking a crash course in color grading. I’m picking up a few dozen new skills as this web series takes shape. Happy Saturday! The day is yours.

Rain

The rain is a constant reminder of the process of healing. There is the intensity of the storm, the bend and sway of trees, there is light and darkness beneath the blanket of clouds then the storm passes.

After the storm, we return to ourselves, and we have time to reflect on what we have experienced.

For the Artist, the Avenue of Hope is ever present. We need only reclaim our purpose with a roadmap to our authentic place. We do this by sticking with our process, then polishing, refining, and cultivating our very best work.

Inevitably, the rain will come. Our power is in realizing the storm hasn’t arrived to slow us down.

Photo by Geetanjal Khanna

P.S. Through diligence, and a lot of research, my web series is coming along pretty well. I’ve realized that stories, good stories, are a breath of wind you catch each day if you are listening. I hope your pen is moving. Make something beautiful with your words.

Transcend

I commonly work 18 hours a day. Six are for my dreams, 2 are for meals, 2 are for driving, and leisure. The other 8 hold up my world. I’ll never grow frustrated with this circumstance, the gift of purpose overshadows this challenge.

It’s easy to grow satisfied with the hustle to manifest your dream, but often, we never take inventory of our progress and human connections along the way. We’re so interested in the next move. We forget the simple things that are most important.

Take a breath to remember where you are. The world is vast. The air sustains us. Breathe often. Breathe with purpose. Breathe, because, of all the things we do, our next breath is literally the most important task of all.

Photo by Martin Adams

P.S. The world is a beautiful place. Don’t forget the landscape, the pebbles, the alleys, and the small places have the best inspiration. Still editing my webseries and putting the pieces together to make the project whole.

The Heart of Ambition

The artist, the maker, the creator breaks things apart to create efficiently. They find time to focus and commit to their practice, and along the way, their mind, body, and soul develop as they craft their beautiful work in small increments.

Sometimes, we lose our way in bad habits and fears. We end up circling, wrestling with mainstream ideas, talking ourselves out of breakthroughs, and granting opportunities to empty time-wasting.

The best part of reaching the aforementioned life storm, is overcoming the test. We are stronger artists and entrepreneurs, as we become battle-tested and ready to create despite any obstacle. 

The beating heart of your ambition pulses no matter the storm. This is proven true, when after years of neglect, our art still calls to us and we fight the urge to return to our discipline. We must learn to breathe before being consumed by storms. We must learn to listen as we create. We must learn to work in increments. Compile your work over time, and no matter how loud the world becomes, never silence your own ambition.

Photo by Jon Tyson

PS. Another busy week of manifesting the dream. Editing my web series has really changed the way I view television and film. I see the color correction, the lighting set-ups, and now I care about shadows and framing. This author and filmmaking journey has made me see the world in a new way. It’s good to see old things with new eyes and to find inspiration in the smallest facets of life. Keep striving, the day is yours.