Sometimes you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes you have to climb out on that limb, scratch up your own limbs in doing so, and teeter out into the balancing act of the dark and dirty unknown.
For me, that can be anything from using a different lens than I’m used to or prefer during a shoot to wearing a new random shade of lipstick. It can mean cold calling that lead I got from that reliable source. It can mean buying that dress that the me I’d like to be would wear. It can be increasing the price on that one proposal because jeez, today I feel like I’m actually worth it. It can be going into a little bit more debt because this will really boost my business…hopefully. In some cases, it can even mean jumping out of an airplane or riding on the back of a Harley going 80 down the 133.
I feel that uncomfortable steps and sometimes scary risks and constantly changing things up is an essential part of growth. As an artist and as a positive promoter and seeker of the Good, I’m constantly yearning for growth and consequently, change. I’ve started The Art of Exceptional Living by Jim Rohn and though I’ve just begun, I’m already excited to pick up new ideas and tactics to change my life again. And again.
Sometimes you have to climb that tree, even if you’ve never climbed one before. Sometimes you have to quit that job and try making it on your own, even if bills are big. And sometimes, you have to roll up your sleeves and get a little dirty. Then hopefully, laugh it off. No one said change was easy. But when you’re committed to it and ready to roll with the punches, it makes balancing the messy stuff a lot more manageable.
a face dirty with highway dust, Sept 11, 2011
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John - I get really proud of my cuts and bruises. Reminds me of being a kid again. I also say that the cuts came from a knife fight. Chicks dig that.