Someday Nothing else will matter...
“I am filled by a profound sense of reverence and respect for a man who is, at that moment, reminding me of a very important lesson, that we each of us have our personal legend to fulfill, and that is all. It doesn’t matter if other people support us, or criticize us or ignore us or put up with us- we are doing it because that is our destiny on this Earth and the fount of all joy.
The pianist ends with another piece by Mozart and, for the first time, he notices our presence. He gives us a discreet, polite nod and we do the same. Then he returns to his paradise, and it is best to leave him there, untouched by the world or even by our timid applause. He is serving as an example to us. Whenever we feel that no one is paying any attention to what we are doing, let us think of that pianist: he was talking to God through his work and nothing else mattered.”
-Paulo Coehlo
I am trying to breathe. I feel caught, trapped even by my need to survive and my passion to live. I am trying so hard to balance. To manage my responsibilities at work, to set boundaries and not feel guilty when I take a day off, because I worked all weekend, or saying no to a Saturday volunteer event because I need some time to write, breathe, clean, think, create, I feel like everything is closing in on me.
Every time I read Paulo I get some sort of revelation. Reading this piece I realized that I am holding on by a thread. Keeping all of my emotions suppressed because I keep telling myself that I’ll be able to handle everything, get everything under control, but I can’t figure out a way to do it. I know that this moment will pass, it always does, but my prayer is that it will pass because I have found a way to make it work.
I know what my vision is, what my dream is, what my purpose is, and my goals are. I will never lose sight of it. I will always be an artist and that will always be the thing that gets me through the day. But right now in this moment I have to continue to keep my vision clear, and fight for my dream. I have the next two days off (thank you Jesus) and I am going to devote that time to resting and writing. I want to give my new novel all of the respect and attention it deserves. I don’t want to slap it together, or work on it so sporadically it feels like a new novel every time because I have fallen out of love with it.
I know God gave me this job. I know God gave me the gifts and talents He did. I know that my talents will make room for me. Knowing these things is my comfort and I will never take my eyes from the goal. This too shall pass…I will just get some much, MUCH needed rest and hopefully I will be able to get back to the place where I can talk to God through my work (my art) and nothing else will matter.
Peace Y’all
B
The pianist ends with another piece by Mozart and, for the first time, he notices our presence. He gives us a discreet, polite nod and we do the same. Then he returns to his paradise, and it is best to leave him there, untouched by the world or even by our timid applause. He is serving as an example to us. Whenever we feel that no one is paying any attention to what we are doing, let us think of that pianist: he was talking to God through his work and nothing else mattered.”
-Paulo Coehlo
I am trying to breathe. I feel caught, trapped even by my need to survive and my passion to live. I am trying so hard to balance. To manage my responsibilities at work, to set boundaries and not feel guilty when I take a day off, because I worked all weekend, or saying no to a Saturday volunteer event because I need some time to write, breathe, clean, think, create, I feel like everything is closing in on me.
Every time I read Paulo I get some sort of revelation. Reading this piece I realized that I am holding on by a thread. Keeping all of my emotions suppressed because I keep telling myself that I’ll be able to handle everything, get everything under control, but I can’t figure out a way to do it. I know that this moment will pass, it always does, but my prayer is that it will pass because I have found a way to make it work.
I know what my vision is, what my dream is, what my purpose is, and my goals are. I will never lose sight of it. I will always be an artist and that will always be the thing that gets me through the day. But right now in this moment I have to continue to keep my vision clear, and fight for my dream. I have the next two days off (thank you Jesus) and I am going to devote that time to resting and writing. I want to give my new novel all of the respect and attention it deserves. I don’t want to slap it together, or work on it so sporadically it feels like a new novel every time because I have fallen out of love with it.
I know God gave me this job. I know God gave me the gifts and talents He did. I know that my talents will make room for me. Knowing these things is my comfort and I will never take my eyes from the goal. This too shall pass…I will just get some much, MUCH needed rest and hopefully I will be able to get back to the place where I can talk to God through my work (my art) and nothing else will matter.
Peace Y’all
B
