Sometimes I feel frantic in my creative work, like a piece of wood tossed and thrown about in the white water on a very rough river. I fight for air, I battle against the current, I lose perspective, I have no idea where the water will take me… I panic.
In short I have forgotten to trust the water.
The water, like our personal creative journeys is wild in the rapids and calm in the great open expanses of nothingness. Yet still it flows steadily down towards the ocean.
“I’m not sure why I fight so much, I don’t know why I work so damn hard.”
The truth is, I need to spend less time thinking about my dream and more time getting to know the river.