It’s not too late if you became sidetracked
What did you want to be when you grew up?
Somewhere along the way, I became sidetracked.
There are glimpses along the path of my past when creativity manifested itself. I would enjoy it for a while, then put it back on the shelf, where it was “supposed” to live. Put away, only to be enjoyed as a hobby.
I’ve sifted through some of the artifacts my grandmother saved from my early years, artwork and writing and magazines I designed.
And somewhere along the way, I lost sight.
Today I’m reconfiguring the possibilities of what comes next.
In her book “Look Both Ways” Debbie Millman writes “The grand scheme of a life, maybe (just maybe) is not about knowing or not knowing, choosing or not choosing. Perhaps what is truly known can’t be described or articulated by creativity or logic, science or art—but perhaps it can be described by the most authentic and meaningful combination of the two: poetry.
As Robert Frost wrote; a poem ‘begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.’”
She goes on to recommend the following course of action: “…heed the words of Robert Frost. Start with a big, fat lump in your throat, start with a profound sense of wrong, a deep homesickness, or a crazy love sickness, and run with it.
If you imagine less, less will be what you undoubtedly deserve. Do what you love and don’t stop until you get what you love. Work as hard as you can, imagine immensities, don’t compromise, and don’t waste time. Start now. Not 20 years from now, not two weeks from now. Now.”
Onward.
