Overlook the slip
I had a grand day today. I have noticed a lot of changes in the last few days. The finalizing of some goals and the restart of others I thought were lost. And as I looked over those tucked away ones I realized just how much on a back burner or shoved to the back corner of a cracked drawer they were. I am actually surprised that they stuck around.
Silly that I make the goals seem as though a person or object that could linger. Yet they do, in the back of your mind. If you continue to hold on to them to grow. I obviously did. And as I am progressing towards directions I halted long ago, I am excited about what is to come.
Perhaps a little too much but that is okay. I am allowed to be happy and joyful over the details of my life. See I never really thought I was worth much nor my hopes, goals or dreams were considered to amount to any importance. The idea that, even now, a price could be placed upon them is purely ludicrous.
And as I started some projects I prayed about the recipients and found that one severely disastrous piece will be eliminated. Only because one gift is just as good as two. Even though one was from scratch. I have come, now, to realize the appreciation of hard work put into it will be overlooked and tossed to the side. Sadly that is how this one person is about anything I work on.
Yet I will not let that drown me in sadness. I continue forward with the next piece of artwork. Carrying on as that piece de resistance is pushed from my mind. As I listen to the music by Plumb I am able to recognize chiding myself doesn't do any good. Just paint, just write. Just allow the music drag the creativity out of me.
Preparing for another interesting piece of mixed media. One that is a breaking point of my art. To intertwine two loves of mine. Gemstones, diamonds and acrylic painting. So much fun. Then onto the piece that will be on my wall for just me. Then a piece for my daughter.
So much to overlook one tiny slip. That is the joy I have to keep leaning into. Then walking into the day next as the outlook of attaining anything I aim for. So friend, I hope you open your old dusty books and find what is your dream, your hope and dig deep into it. Leap, fly whatever is necessary to push you outward.
Look for the passion you hold deep within. Reach. Attain and smile. Because when I think of you, I pray. I hope and I smile. Wanting for you to finally find your place, just as I have. Then exhale a go for it.
Sure I still am looking over my own goals and know I will achieve them. How? I just know I will. And hope you will listen to me, as I am joyful. Are you? Wherever you are, I hope that this night is about you. How you learn. How you reach inside you and grasp the truth. With that knowledge you do as I have, dreamed and opened the doors and taken those rocky pathways. Just knowing you can survive because you woke up.
I sigh. I hope you hear the whispers across the lines. I do care. I do love. I do hope.
I always will.
Silly that I make the goals seem as though a person or object that could linger. Yet they do, in the back of your mind. If you continue to hold on to them to grow. I obviously did. And as I am progressing towards directions I halted long ago, I am excited about what is to come.
Perhaps a little too much but that is okay. I am allowed to be happy and joyful over the details of my life. See I never really thought I was worth much nor my hopes, goals or dreams were considered to amount to any importance. The idea that, even now, a price could be placed upon them is purely ludicrous.
And as I started some projects I prayed about the recipients and found that one severely disastrous piece will be eliminated. Only because one gift is just as good as two. Even though one was from scratch. I have come, now, to realize the appreciation of hard work put into it will be overlooked and tossed to the side. Sadly that is how this one person is about anything I work on.
Yet I will not let that drown me in sadness. I continue forward with the next piece of artwork. Carrying on as that piece de resistance is pushed from my mind. As I listen to the music by Plumb I am able to recognize chiding myself doesn't do any good. Just paint, just write. Just allow the music drag the creativity out of me.
Preparing for another interesting piece of mixed media. One that is a breaking point of my art. To intertwine two loves of mine. Gemstones, diamonds and acrylic painting. So much fun. Then onto the piece that will be on my wall for just me. Then a piece for my daughter.
So much to overlook one tiny slip. That is the joy I have to keep leaning into. Then walking into the day next as the outlook of attaining anything I aim for. So friend, I hope you open your old dusty books and find what is your dream, your hope and dig deep into it. Leap, fly whatever is necessary to push you outward.
Look for the passion you hold deep within. Reach. Attain and smile. Because when I think of you, I pray. I hope and I smile. Wanting for you to finally find your place, just as I have. Then exhale a go for it.
Sure I still am looking over my own goals and know I will achieve them. How? I just know I will. And hope you will listen to me, as I am joyful. Are you? Wherever you are, I hope that this night is about you. How you learn. How you reach inside you and grasp the truth. With that knowledge you do as I have, dreamed and opened the doors and taken those rocky pathways. Just knowing you can survive because you woke up.
I sigh. I hope you hear the whispers across the lines. I do care. I do love. I do hope.
I always will.
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