(note: little longer than normal post)
Our struggles are our friends, even if they do not seem so. As you read the struggle here, contemplate your own, and what will it take to inspire you to keep moving forward.
Struggling with writing 100 days ahead. Why? Because it’s weird. And yet at the same time, it feels like art.
Art is doing something differently than tradition. Or it can be doing tradition differently.
Perhaps you even do something remarkably.
In a way that others remark.
When things are done the way they have always been done, there is no conversation.
Today is the first day of Autumn and it’s the third day of the new year.
Does it even matter?
A resounding no – for almost everyone – for the herd.
To some, possibly.
What is our art?
It might be the way we live our life or the way we help others.