Ken’s words, not mine. I’m not particularly fond of change and I’m guessing I’m not the only one. I feel like I just get going and then boom, I have to change. Change…grow …they both bring up the same feeling. Change is all possibility, but it requires some work on my part and mostly I don’t know what that might look like or need to be. I did hit on one bit of an idea about it this morning though.
Yesterday, I wrote a lot about some internal conflict I’ve been having. It affects everything about me, in every situation, and I’m weary of it. Naturally, after yesterday’s lesson about using creativity wisely and for a good purpose, I turned to my art journal and went nuts. I wrote about my problem, pondered about it, drew about it even and felt worse. It was like I had shaken myself all up and immersed myself in a dunk tank filled with this issue. It wasn’t a very good day. I felt sad and defeated and stayed in my pj’s all day.
I don’t tell you this to keep you from doing the hard work, I tell you this because somewhere in the midst of using that creativity, my brain locked onto a stray thought and kept with it while I was consciously doing other things. This morning, I woke up to a sentence which boiled down the entire thing into a manageable idea that I can accept and do something about. Had I not read Ken’s words yesterday and tried it, I wouldn’t be at this better place today. Change is full of possibility. It really is!