Monday, January 15, 2018
I'm a Wild, Faroe Island Pony!
I hope this crisp, cold day finds you well. At least it's crisp and cold here in Savannah. Oh we warmed up for a couple of days. It's the usual Southern song and dance. We have freezing weather and then, poof! It feels like spring. But we can never let our guard down because it's NOT spring and soon winter will return. In fact, they're calling for more snow in February. I'm not going to worry about. It's not February, yet, and I can't stop the weather.
Right now I'm cozied up to the radiator, a heated blanket draped over my shoulders, tea steeping and sifting through my first rounds of New Year's Plans. I get so excited about things, grab hold of a new idea and run with it until I collapse out of exhaustion. After the exhaustion fades (and the initial, hyper excitement), I'm able to take a good, focused look on the ideas and ask them what they really want from me. What they really have for me. Why they are really there. Ah, they are pleased and all that initial excitement it seems was falsely directed. Which is perfectly fine and I'm at peace with this revision process.
Do you have the same ideas visit you, year after year? Do you try to wrestle them into a mold of your own making or are you far wiser than I am? Do you let them be free, wild and running, dragging you along behind them, laughing, hair whipping in the wind? That's what I'm working on right now. Letting myself get dragged along until I can mount that wild, Faroe Island pony* and let it carry me all the way to the summit. The view is better there, I hear.
Here's to revisions and rewrites, new maps, overgrown paths and the best laid plans...
Shaggy little thing, ain't he?
(Image found via Pinterest search)
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