Last night I had a dream that someone or something was knocking, and it represented getting a step closer to becoming a full-time artist, and in my dream, I said to myself, "This is a perfect metaphor for what I'm going through — I should blog about it tomorrow." (Yes, I am apparently scouting for … Continue reading What’s knocking at the door of your life?
I've spent the last few hours wandering around my neighborhood without an agenda, fueled only by a desire to fill my brain with something other than the noise of my last few weeks at work.
When I say "noise," I mean it literally and figuratively: I work somewhere with an "open work plan," so I am surrounded by people talking all. day. long. More than this, though, I mean the noise of our business strategies and brand stories, and of the narratives I construct around my standing with every single person on the team at any given point in time. I mean, too, the noise of the language I find myself using to fit into the culture, that I would never use elsewhere, except that sometimes I do, before I can stop myself.
Our culture teaches us to balance til we break. Instead of insisting on pursuing our innate gifts, we give ourselves that insidious pep talk -- "Oh well, life is about trade offs" -- and it keeps us playing small.