Sunday, February 1, 2015

Just a Little Longer

There are times when I feel like a phony.  There are times when I feel like I don’t do enough work.  There are times when I feel like I’m not disciplined enough.  Then there are times when I just do my work and the feelings I have during those other times seem to fade.  Obviously there is more that I could do.  But it doesn’t matter.  All that matters is what I’m doing right now.  I’m still finding my way.  I’m still finding my voice.  And while 1:00 in the morning may not be the best time to write, it’s my hope that someone will wake up and read this and that it will encourage her to continue with her own art, and that it will motivate him to learn more. 
The hardest exercise isn’t the sit-up.  It’s the sit-down, as in, “Sit down and do your work.”  So here I am, tired and unsure, but doing something anyway. 
Despite doubts and fears, despite bad habits and inconsistencies, bad time management, I’m still here.  The artist, any artist, just shows up every day and gets something done.  So that’s what I’m doing here.  Every day, I do something. 
In my place there are books everywhere.  Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln and Dwight D. Eisenhower are staring at me.  Every day I see images of great men, successful men, watching me, challenging me to reach my highest potential.   So I write just a few more words.

And that’s it for tonight.  I just wanted to do something, anything to keep writing.  I just wanted to Get Started and Keep Going.  Just a little longer.