I had the pleasure of listening to John Pietro, a marketing extraordinaire, share a variety of insights with us on how to grow our businesses and build a community of support. One of the things that really resonated with me was his sharing "Serve the underserved, not the overserved"....Read More
What if I told you that all you need to achieve your dreams is confidence? Easier said than done, right? Confidence is a tricky concept and not exactly an easy quality to embrace, and yet, it’s a key ingredient to finding success and happiness in life...Read More
This year has been a whirlwind. I am in my last year of masters program, working on internship and as many of us entrepreneurial doer types are, decided now was the time to start my multifaceted business. I know…overloaded much? But we all do it in some ways and that is a point for a whole other time 😃
But its strange…I mean I have always been “busy”…we all are. It’s part of the cultural experience in the US to feel overworked, overfilled and perpetually burnt out. But, this time, things feel different - which says a lot about the progress I have made because I have worked years to counter act those deeply rooted cultural norms I have internalized...Read More
Whenever we get the idea to do something new or daring or great, our fear response kicks in. Like an overprotective mother, it impedes us from doing anything it sees as risky or threatening. While this can be really helpful and has served an essential purpose – to help keep us alive - over time, our fear response has been kicked into high alert. It's meant to register new, perceived and previously labeled threats – helping alert us to life-threatening situations so we can protect ourselves....Read More
There are going to be times for all of us where our lives are a bit busier than others –a major project deadline at work, your kids are getting ready to go back to school, an unplanned home or car repair emerges, etc. But few of us have reason to be busy ALL of the time. However, we continue to feed into this toxic, culturally driven energy of perpetual motion and force ourselves to believe our time is filled each and every day. We equate busyness with social status and value, assuming people who are not busy are lazy, less than and in many cases, obsolete. We become humble braggers, always finding a way to wrap into conversations how busy we are and competing to see who is more important, more valuable, more successful amongst us based on how many things we have on our plate. Success is no longer tied to individuality but in how many people you can climb over to stand above...Read More
Saying goodbye is to you is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Who am I without you? What if I am not worth living without you? I have been with you so long, your soul intertwined with mine. How do I begin to define where you end and I begin. I am not strong. I cannot fight. You told me that. I will never make it in this world without you. I need you too much. You are the beginning and end of each day. The last voice I hear when I close my eyes and the first voice echoing in my mind when I awake. I breathe for you. I live to satisfy your hunger and feed your soul with my self destruction. How is it now that I can find what it means to live as myself? I will be naked for the whole world to stare and judge. They will see all of my imperfections. They will judge all of my shortcomings and laugh at all of my scars. I will be alone in a world filled with soul sucking leeches who will take the little I have left in my life and leave me to die. You are my world. You are my soul reason to live each day but I guess it’s time for me to break free from your chains. It’s time to figure out who it is I am and what I stand for. This world is filled with disappointment and harsh realities, but there is a splendor I know is hiding behind the mounds of isolation, fear, anger and regret and though I may not be strong enough to find it, I have to try. You have torn me apart and broken down all of my securities into shattered marks of failure and worthlessness. You have made me see nothing but a horrible waste of space on this planet. But what did I used to see before I met you? Who was I and what was the future that was laid out for me? Because right now, if I stay with you, all I am guaranteed is a lonely life culminating in my body being zipped into a sleek black bag – another nameless skeleton claimed by your love. I hate to say goodbye but I have to know, is there more waiting out there? What if the world isn’t as bad as we thought? What if there are people who stay around? This may not be the last you hear from me, but I can only hope this is my final goodbye. Please, if you love me, let me go. Let me find me again. Let me collect the broken pieces of my soul and put it back together. To be alone is a scary thought and letting you go seems to already be my biggest regret, but if I never really try, we will never know if we are meant to be together forever.
--With my heart and soul, I love thee.
Just be yourself. I think I have heard this piece of advice more than a thousand times in my life. It comes from a good place and I can understand what they mean in theory but does anyone actually know how to do that? Everyday, there are new headlines, magazine articles and talented leaders in the field of psychology and self improvement touting this notion of living more authentically and intentionally. But what they don’t say is just how hard that really is and to be honest, I am not sure that most people who talk about this even really know what it means...Read More
There is something that happens to us as we age. I am not sure when or how the transition is marked but there comes a point in our lives where many of us stop creating.
As children, there is no filter on our imagination. We get curious about everything and allow ourselves the space to be vulnerable. We put pen (or paint or pencil or marker) to paper, sharing the innermost workings of our mind with those around us. The possibilities are endless as we journey beyond the limits of every box we have ever known and do one of the most miraculous things anyone can ever do – create.
Guided by passion and an unyielding energy to explore our minds, we freely walk into such a unique space of vulnerability. Our minds are uninhibited and we are celebrated by all those around us for the conquest in our creations.
But over time, that inhibition begins to dissipate. Vulnerability is no longer celebrated but feared and we begin to sift people into boxes that define who they are, what they do, and the things they do that are worthy of celebration. We move from being unified as creators and innovators to professionals with predetermined benchmarks for success, herded like cattle through the channel to adulthood.
Imagination is no longer seen as a skillset but something to “use with caution” for fear of moving too far from what has been deemed acceptable and normative in a world driven by complacency and obligation. Our time becomes filled with the never-ending list of responsibilities to which we become enslaved and we reserve the ability to create for “true artists”. But what is it that marks a “true artist”? How are they defined and what is it that separates them from everyone else giving them the freedom to keep creating?
I used to think there was some special quality all artists had that made them different. But the truth is…there is nothing. Nothing separates one person from another and makes them more deserving or capable than another to create. I became a painter the day I picked up my brush. There was no special ceremony…no sorting process…no test. I simply decided to paint, and in that, a painter was born. I am no better or worse than any other person who puts brush to canvas and tells a story through their art. There is no scale on which I am measured. I am purely telling my own story, paving my own path and courageously sharing it with others in the hopes it can inspire.
I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t some part of me that judges my work and at times, compares my work to the work of others, hearing that treacherous voice of adulthood whisper in my ear that I am not good enough and have no right to spend my time doing frivolous things like painting. But over time, I have learned how to reclaim my life, redefining it with a priority to challenge myself every day to see the world from a new dimension and uncover the inner workings of my unique ever-exploring mind. It doesn’t happen over night. Like any practice, you have to build up your capacity to freely be in the moment, simply allowing yourself to do whatever it is you are doing without judgment or the pressure to fit into some box of what is worthy or beautiful or “good enough” to be celebrated. Creating anything is miraculous and holds equal importance in this world.
So go ahead. Rebel against the shackles of adulthood. Take back and nurture your imagination. Pick up the pen (or paint or pencil or marker) and put something down on paper – even just a dot or line. Then stop, look at it and celebrate. You have just bravely ventured into a world without limits. You are reclaiming your right to create and have the opportunity to reacquaint yourself with a long-lost part of your identity. And as best as you can, shove your criticisms to the side and marvel at your courage and creation. You are officially an artist and now the only responsibility you have is to never look back!