I had this light bulb pop on sometime between 9pm Tuesday and 6am Wednesday. I saw a parallel between my art and my relationships. Maybe it was the terms we use that kept me from seeing it before. I create my art. We build our relationships.
It was a thought about how writing and painting begin with a vision, and that the vision doesn’t always match the finished product. That big old blob of paint that fell from the brush might just be the most beautiful tree I’ve ever painted.
I have that same vision in relationships. I’ve been too set on outcomes until now though, too ego driven to allow those blobs to transform. As if my puppy chewed up an unfinished canvas, I just throw the relationship away.
Well, as of 6am Wednesday, I’ve decided not to do that anymore. I’m going to let those trees grow.
— leest1 —