Letter to self....a dialouge

May 23, 2025: This post is just sharing real conversations that go on in my head. I don't give you the answers like other blog posts might, I am just sharing here with the hope it might give you some solice that we are all struggling but do want to try and figure it out. I am asking myself questions, and then attempting to answer them. This part of my journey has now lead me here, and maybe sharing will help me, and maybe help you. Thanks for being here.

What would you do if you weren’t afraid and resentful? What is it that’s holding you back? What if those things weren’t even real.  What are the ideas? Why don’t you just brainstorm those ideas? What is the worst that could happen?

Your story is what makes you who you are, and you need to see it as it is and not as a failure in life. Why are you accepting that it is pretty much over and that there are no new things on the horizon, because you are old, tired and plain don’t need it?

The ideas are endless, but they are just ideas, flying around and you are not grabbing them and exploring them. Inspiration and creativity exists but they must find you working. Opportunity only knocks once?? Actually, no, it keeps knocking until you hear it and respond with active participation to the idea. Call it creativity or opportunity, but if you just let it sit and do nothing, it will move on to someone else that will do something. 

You need to be open and ready at any time for those opportunities, yet you fiddle aimlessly through your day with nothing. Just another day, same as yesterday, and tomorrow will be the same. Why and wtf?

Your office is a mess, your house is untidy always, and you accept it. How many times have to said to yourself, what does it matter, who cares, and you don’t give a fuck? What’s it going to take, or rather what are you looking for?

How can you enjoy the day, the moment and still be striving for something? Aren’t those two different things? I just want to do the art, but then you wonder why, who is going to see it, enjoy it? Why would I make this piece, if no one will want it? Just make another piece of art to sit in the shop and get dusty?

And on and on it goes.

Tomorrow is a new day, let's see what that brings.