My heart still hurts. The pain is five years old + and I am just now learning to live with it. Steven heard the pain and made art, which healed me with humor and good memories, even if for just a few paragraphs. Now I find myself at a career crossroads wondering is it my story I am living? Or is it a story of expectations that no longer serve me? This post gave me some clarity that I hope to put to good use.
Oh friend I’m so glad this post maybe helped even if a little. For me (and I think Steven too) we write and try to make meaningful things and have no idea if they land. I always hope they might! One of my favorite things to do after my books are published is look on e-readers and see what sections people are highlighting. And I’m so delighted when they highlight the stuff that relates back to life lessons or things I learned in therapy and that kind of thing. I’m cheering you on my friend. You’re making a difference in the world with your work and your kindness and your big heart. I’m here if I can ever help some more.
Art certainly has been my healing modality, but I always encountered people saying, “tell your story.” And in some ways, my art was a filtered version of my story made more palatable. The feelings were there and raw, what was I missing? Was I too surface level? Or did people just not get me? Too weird?
Then I wrote something a little more real to my experience and it scared me when what I wrote started showing up in my life, sometimes verbatim. What kinda power is that?! And a little more success, though it still seems like a bridge to something greater just beyond, I’m not sure I’ll ever truly know myself enough to see it.
YOU! ARE! BRILLIANT! My friend and you are also maybe a manifester? Do we believe in that? I’m skeptical but love hearing how art imitates life. I’m such a huge fan of pain on the page. And how art is a language we cant speak or even understand fully so of course it escapes us. That’s the point sometimes maybe?. How We can’t know where it goes or what it means or says. I love to reflect on a cave-dweller’s handprint. I look at that and I think wow what art. But I have no idea what the cave dwellers intent was. But here I am tens of thousands of years later, making that image my screensaver. Life is so weird. So I’m glad to be weird in it ha! Loving you. 🖐️ ❤️
Yes I believe in the power of manifestation, but I also know one can’t assume they know what’s best to manifest. Vague statements of faith is the farthest I’ll go. I don’t intend to manifest when I write, hence the surprise. I literally had a scene written and then a few days later lived it! Even the character dialogue was spot on, with no coaxing from me. Made me wonder about the rest of my story arc and if I wanted to put myself through that. But RomComs have a way of happy endings. I’m beginning to think that all perception is divination. What’s that cave handprint mean to you? That’s really the only perspective we can approach from. And if you’re looking for deeper meaning, higher perspective, you’re already there! Art IS life, friend. Living through what we encounter.
My heart still hurts. The pain is five years old + and I am just now learning to live with it. Steven heard the pain and made art, which healed me with humor and good memories, even if for just a few paragraphs. Now I find myself at a career crossroads wondering is it my story I am living? Or is it a story of expectations that no longer serve me? This post gave me some clarity that I hope to put to good use.
Oh friend I’m so glad this post maybe helped even if a little. For me (and I think Steven too) we write and try to make meaningful things and have no idea if they land. I always hope they might! One of my favorite things to do after my books are published is look on e-readers and see what sections people are highlighting. And I’m so delighted when they highlight the stuff that relates back to life lessons or things I learned in therapy and that kind of thing. I’m cheering you on my friend. You’re making a difference in the world with your work and your kindness and your big heart. I’m here if I can ever help some more.
Art certainly has been my healing modality, but I always encountered people saying, “tell your story.” And in some ways, my art was a filtered version of my story made more palatable. The feelings were there and raw, what was I missing? Was I too surface level? Or did people just not get me? Too weird?
Then I wrote something a little more real to my experience and it scared me when what I wrote started showing up in my life, sometimes verbatim. What kinda power is that?! And a little more success, though it still seems like a bridge to something greater just beyond, I’m not sure I’ll ever truly know myself enough to see it.
YOU! ARE! BRILLIANT! My friend and you are also maybe a manifester? Do we believe in that? I’m skeptical but love hearing how art imitates life. I’m such a huge fan of pain on the page. And how art is a language we cant speak or even understand fully so of course it escapes us. That’s the point sometimes maybe?. How We can’t know where it goes or what it means or says. I love to reflect on a cave-dweller’s handprint. I look at that and I think wow what art. But I have no idea what the cave dwellers intent was. But here I am tens of thousands of years later, making that image my screensaver. Life is so weird. So I’m glad to be weird in it ha! Loving you. 🖐️ ❤️
Yes I believe in the power of manifestation, but I also know one can’t assume they know what’s best to manifest. Vague statements of faith is the farthest I’ll go. I don’t intend to manifest when I write, hence the surprise. I literally had a scene written and then a few days later lived it! Even the character dialogue was spot on, with no coaxing from me. Made me wonder about the rest of my story arc and if I wanted to put myself through that. But RomComs have a way of happy endings. I’m beginning to think that all perception is divination. What’s that cave handprint mean to you? That’s really the only perspective we can approach from. And if you’re looking for deeper meaning, higher perspective, you’re already there! Art IS life, friend. Living through what we encounter.
Beautifully said. Right on!