I ran out of day

I didn’t mean to not write a list today. I simply ran out of time. It was one of those days when you do a thing, and you mean to only do that one thing but it leads you to another one and before you know it a few hours have passed.

I did get some creative work done in the studio. I planned to write when I got home this evening but here I am, knowing very well I don’t need to fake it. So, I decided to take my own advice—y’all know that dead horse I beat all the time—the boundaries one—and give myself some space to rest. I’ve been thinking today of fragility. I’ve always been driven, not necessarily by the idea of success as much as the idea of finding a way to do consistently good work that I can be proud of, which I guess is success, even if it doesn’t always come with the monetary reflection we associate with the concept of success. But I’m guilty of driving myself right into a hole—my neck is tense and I have to remind myself to relax my body and breathe more than I like to admit. There’s just no sense in that. Life is too short.

I’m beginning to understand a few things I’ve always heard and thought I grasped but really didn’t—true beauty really does come from the inside (pretty is as pretty does), we don’t leave this world wishing we’d worked harder and spent less time with the people we love, and time is our most valuable resource. A few of my own to add to that: art and the pursuit of beauty for its own sake are non-negotiable, and the kindest thing you can do for someone is listen to them.

Here are some good words:

“Who looks in the sun will see no light else; but also he will see no shadow. Our life revolves unceasingly, but the center is ever the same, and the wise will regard only the seasons of the soul.” —Henry David Thoreau

My prayer: That I have grace enough to see every experience as a necessary gift. Growth is sometimes painful, but the positive effects outlive the sting.

Have a great week.

Peace. Love.

Allison

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