Yesterday as I was riding the shovel (that’s my motorcycle) down Sheridan Road, a long, winding, beautiful road that runs parallel with Lake Michigan and runs all the way into the city of Chicago, I had a revelation. A revelation that there is something out there.
But I also came to the realization that “it” isn’t working with me, I have to work with “it”. It doesn’t work for me either. “It’s” just there, waiting patiently for me to show up and take action, think positively and be kind. Through this, I will build momentum.
It’s like sitting there in front of a big blank canvas. It doesn’t matter how long I sit there and stare at it, it will still be a blank canvas offering nothing. It doesn’t matter how much I talk about doing it, pray that it will get done, or will it to be a beautiful piece of art, it will still be a blank canvas.
I have everything I need to make it colorful and expressive; paints, paintbrushes, water, a palette and the canvas. Without me, these things will just sit there. Lifeless. Blank.
Until I physically engage with the tools around me and pick up the brushes, dip them in the paint and apply it to the canvas, it will remain a blank canvas. I have to do the work. I have to smear the paint. Then I have something to share.
I know, I know, you’re all like, Duuuhh…but I already told you, I’m a little slow sometimes.
Anyway, I just wanted to share that little thought with you. That’s it that’s all.