No matter how hard I try, I’m not a machine. Cranking out my desired quality of work at a specific pace is my greatest discipline, and I struggle to balance it with my desire to breathe in and breathe out every day.
Breathing in: Taking the time to take in the world around me. Absorbing the color and drama of the world, in life and art, with conscious energy to avoid the next Charlie Sheen interview.
Breathing out: Projecting thoughts and vision, in any form, with or without distortion of LIFE. Read here: Loved ones and friends, work, errands, exercise, spirituality, unnecessary relationships (so much can be read into that one), breathing in, and the absolute but necessary time waster: sleep.
Balancing it all has required me to maintain a stable, consistent state of mind. A refusal to forfeit my ambition in artistic expression. It’s one thing to have the guts to do it. (There is no shortage of artists, of any kind, who love being in the spotlight receiving glory for their work, who ignore criticism. Really, there are many unsung heroes––in virtually every discipline––who are more dedicated to their craft than their more-celebrated peers.) It’s something else entirely to be committed to a work or a project, regardless of the desired outcome. I have friends––and family––who are diligent in different pursuits. It’s not celebrity that motivates us as much as success. That is, finishing the project to the best of our ability. Cresting above that of what we thought we were capable. And not giving up.
This, without relinquishing the (actually) more important facets of living, many which are included in the aforementioned “breathing out” list above. In the end, it matters most that we’re breathing at all, right?