Someone, who I love, told me that I have taken on too much. That my fuse is too short because I am stretched too thin.
Here’s where I am.
Last weekend, I opened “Arc of Joan” at KC Fringe 2017. It has not gone exactly as planned, but what really does… Adaptability has become one of my strong suits, in my view. I am rolling with whatever creeps up and handling all of the hiccups with as much grace as I can muster.
In some ways, I feel like there are forces out there willing my failure. I resist and persist against these forces by merely “being” and continually moving forward.
True failure is in NOT trying, in NOT putting oneself out there, in NOT raising your voice louder when someone tries to silence you.
The simple act of exposing your creativity to the world is an act of bravery. The criticism, whether it be negative or positive, is a side effect.
And at the root of it all, I am human. I deeply feel the negative and the positive responses. It seems like the “bad stuff” is louder and resonates more deeply than the good. I will not the allow myself to drown in the sea of negativity. But I hold on to each positive utterance like a life raft, I breathe them in like oxygen.
I will continue to boldly move forward and silence the external noise. I know my truth.
I know that I’m not meant to be everyone’s “cup of tea”… especially ’cause I am a straight shot of whiskey.
I honor those before me who did not try, who did not put themselves out there, who allowed themselves to be silenced, simply by not doing the same.
The half lived lives of those who walked before me, inspire me to live my life to the fullest. I want this not just for me, but for the benefit of my children. They should know that their potential is boundless.
Now. Breathe, repeat. Keep moving forward.
All my love,