Recently a good friend said to me, "But I think that variety is a good thing for you." It was in response to something forgettable I said that has to do with the much larger inner dialog I have with myself about not being a very conscientious person. I remember saying something a little less gracious than I would have liked - which is to say I complained about it. I said, there's a greater potential for burnout. It leads to a lot of dead ends and a lowered self-expectation of accountability. When your last worthy project wanders back into the kitchen and offers up the unfinished seams on the ends of its sleeves back up to you, it becomes the easiest thing in the world to point to the other four burners you have things cooking on, and say - But I'm needed here. Sorry. It's nothing personal.
This quick snap judgment, and this tendency to find fault and highlight the negatives is an attitude that I struggle with mightily. I tend to quash my own bravery before it has even had a chance to flourish - and with it, a great many of my worthier ideas. It is harder to hold forth than it is to kill with criticism, and so I tend to forget:
If all things are equal, there is less pressure on each pot.
So when it comes down to it, this space is really a lot less about trajectory than it is about expansiveness. Instead of tethering my tendencies, I'd rather celebrate them. This is about celebrating each thing as I accomplish it, piece by piece. This is about allowing things to be as they are.
I might talk you sideways today about one thing that I love, and tomorrow you might come around the bend and find me with my hand in a whole new honey pot. That is how I do, and I think I tend to do fairly well.
This blog is about listening to your smallest voice.
xo,
Kirsten
