I want to be able to change my mind without feeling like I have to defend myself.
Although changing my mind can feel whimsical, strategic and revitalizing, it can also be a “time-out chair” of forced discipline where I sit to consider what I have done wrong now.
But I’m an adult. I don’t have to ASK for permission to change, explain why or hover too long over a critical comment no matter how disorienting it can be for others.
“How do you like me now?!” I might yell from inside a tree, dangling from a branch with a thousand new curiosities in my heart. And I’m still alive. Very much alive, in fact.
Your eyebrows are furrowed. But if you’ve been creating with the same style “that everyone loves” for the past 20 years, I invite you to join me in not following the predictable pattern for applause. Try making something you know everyone will hate. It’s kind of freeing.
If I held tightly to the “same old” routine, I would still be drawing realistic portraits of people’s dead pets.
Just. No. Thank you.
Those who attribute the work I did in high school to my “best work” can stay there. I honestly don’t mind. But if someone wants to know who I am (not just what I made once-upon-a-time), I’m not there anymore.
Try to keep up. Or not. Whatever.
Just one shade deeper:
Ever notice that people do this with God?
They stop at His feet or hands and never seek His face.
Unlike me, He never changes, but there is so much depth and width inside Him, I can dig deep on one detail for my entire life, or I can chase the many.
It is the glory of God to conceal a matter and the glory of kings to search it out.