brave

March 2, 2024

  • These Morning Pages are becoming afternoon pages as of late. That's okay. As long as I make space for this in my day no matter the time. I forgive myself for days off because: life. It happens, we're in it. We just gotta go with the flow and energy streams.

    If the stream runs dry per lack of time, energy, etc., don’t write. It’s not the end of the world. I do like that I am diligent with this creative act.

  • I'm probably more diligent with my writing than running these days, and I am running a half in a month. I should probably have a couple of longer runs under my belt by now, but again: I'm going with the flow and doing whatever I need and want to do in the moment.

  • I should probably do a bit of studying this weekend for that test.

  • All I want to do is be creative though. I want to spend my precious time making Art.

  • I had some fun campaign ideas. For instance, one was an ad for Subaru Forester. It came to me when I was thinking how you definitely would need a car with 4-wheel drive where we were hiking. It was part of the range that was burned down in the forest fire.

    The story of the ad would show a few 30-40 year old something hippies in their Subaru climbing up the mountain, hitting those switchbacks to work a reforestation project. Reforest with a Forester.

  • Uf, l'm so fucking boy crazy.

  • Maybe I'm feeling so free because I let myself be. And in being, I’m wild — a wonderer and wanderer of life.

  • Why am I daydreaming about him? Proximity effect, maybe? As he's the one giving me attention right now?

  • Doesn't matter. I don't have to dissect everything. I can just let it go and let life flow.

  • I could use a nap between it all. I do feel like I'm behind on sleep and want to steer clear of being sick.

  • She was walking to her aunt's house who was 96 years old and invited me in to meet her. We held hands (hers so frail), did the two kiss intro from a distance. She was so tiny.

  • I climbed over it. Mostly through it. A real life nature obstacle. Those I like. Challenges. Fallen trees in your literal path. How will you get through it? The mess. The drama. The shit show. The danger. The whatever the F it might be.

    Can you do it with grace? A sense of humor?

    All the better when you can notice it, give it its own space as is your own. Take a moment to think about and feel into the best way to navigate it.

    And sometimes you just have to go through it, get in there, in the thick of its fallen branches and trust your agility and balance and the tree’s trunk to hold you as you walk across it and through.

  • To trust this way was one way. You chose this adventure. Others may have just turned around in this case. They might not be as brave.

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