The Pulling of Passions
I have always been a searcher and an excavator… I am pulled in many directions with my passions. I have been criticized for this before, and sadly, often times I have taken that criticism to heart. As I learn and grow, however, I realize that this is all a part of my journey, and none of it can be traded. I have learned to embrace and appreciate the fact I take facets from every thing, person and experience I encounter, and then allow them to take shape in my life as a guiding force towards my own truth. I have learned to be grateful that I have so many passions that are equally important to me. This week I have been being hard on myself because I have not set foot in my art studio for days. This morning as I was journaling (finally) and letting some of those feelings out, I came to the realization that its ok to be pulled into the other areas of my life, because when I come back to my table, I am bringing with me so much richness and vision that would not have come if I had not been pulled away. I spent last weekend sailing around Catalina Island and camping (on my boat) with dear friends. It was one of the most blissful experiences I have had in recent history, and I became totally absorbed in the magic of it all. So much so that I kind of forgot all of my other passions and drives. I didn’t even realize this had happened until I got home and was faced with portrait sessions to shoot, photography jobs to edit, and all of my deskwork staring me in the face. As I shifted gears, the memories of the weekend faded to their appropriate place, and my other creative passions (and jobs) came into focus for me. It felt good to allow that ebb and flow to happen and to let go of the judgment I would normally have of myself for not keeping the “balance”. I am realizing that the balance is actually not in keeping it all exactly proportional all the time, but in allowing my beautiful passions to rise and fall as the tides do…always changing, but ever constant