And the winner of the “Philosopher du jour” prize is (not surprisingly) Gail! I liked your determination to lift the lid on what might hold you back from jumping into the tree project. Some days those types of feelings & thoughts can become a millstone. As I’m not a paintist, drawist, typist, and on a good day maybe a thinkist, I’d be ou…
And the winner of the “Philosopher du jour” prize is (not surprisingly) Gail! I liked your determination to lift the lid on what might hold you back from jumping into the tree project. Some days those types of feelings & thoughts can become a millstone. As I’m not a paintist, drawist, typist, and on a good day maybe a thinkist, I’d be out in the flower beds!
A friend used to say, “I used to think I was a perfectionist, but later learned I just wanted to look like one!” I, as a young’un, thought that a brief period of practice would bestow extraordinary skills. “Why can’t I throw a ringer every toss of the horseshoe? Why am I not first clarinet now? Why can’t I cast my lure exactly where that fish just jumped? Why, why, why?” My friend was right.
You’ve remarked that one goal is to develop distinct personas and “looks” for the Muses, should they at a later point decide to strike out on their own. No pressure there, huh? So the critical self-talk can arise from any and every aspect of this undertaking. The idea of saying to myself, “I’m not doing very well right now. I need to polish this skill with some well refined searches?” is not second nature for me. I struggle getting past the implied fact that I’m lame at whatever has me stymied. The critical parent easily becomes the critical self with age?
But without such challenges, to acquire and refine new skills, staying stuck in the flower beds does little to fertilize our minds and whet our interests. So thanks for once again living out loud and sharing your journey! Let Nia know Tal might need to shed some locks to make her look bigger!
And the winner of the “Philosopher du jour” prize is (not surprisingly) Gail! I liked your determination to lift the lid on what might hold you back from jumping into the tree project. Some days those types of feelings & thoughts can become a millstone. As I’m not a paintist, drawist, typist, and on a good day maybe a thinkist, I’d be out in the flower beds!
A friend used to say, “I used to think I was a perfectionist, but later learned I just wanted to look like one!” I, as a young’un, thought that a brief period of practice would bestow extraordinary skills. “Why can’t I throw a ringer every toss of the horseshoe? Why am I not first clarinet now? Why can’t I cast my lure exactly where that fish just jumped? Why, why, why?” My friend was right.
You’ve remarked that one goal is to develop distinct personas and “looks” for the Muses, should they at a later point decide to strike out on their own. No pressure there, huh? So the critical self-talk can arise from any and every aspect of this undertaking. The idea of saying to myself, “I’m not doing very well right now. I need to polish this skill with some well refined searches?” is not second nature for me. I struggle getting past the implied fact that I’m lame at whatever has me stymied. The critical parent easily becomes the critical self with age?
But without such challenges, to acquire and refine new skills, staying stuck in the flower beds does little to fertilize our minds and whet our interests. So thanks for once again living out loud and sharing your journey! Let Nia know Tal might need to shed some locks to make her look bigger!
I think I've lifted the lid... it has taken some pause and reflection.
The smallest bit of research tells me that a simple design is best for a t-shirt... and adding color(s) drives up the cost.
Simplify! Simplify! Simplify!