Hungry like a Wolf.

With morning coffee and a blank page waiting for me to add words of wisdom, I clicked into Pinterest as my creativity time out because my words weren’t wise and my coffee was getting damn cold. Then bam; my eyes absorbed the following:

“Nobody can tell you if what you’re doing is good, meaningful or worthwhile. The more compelling the path, the more lonely it is. Most of us are unknowingly trained to NOT trust in our own judgment. Our parents made decisions for us, our teachers told us how things should be done, and society has its own rules on what is right and wrong. After being beat down by authority for years on end, many people just become one of the sheep. They follow the status quo. It’s easier that way. The wolfs, also known as the stubborn trouble makers (I was one, still am) tend to have their own ideas of how things should be. They stand away from the crowd, make waves and piss a lot of people off. But they also find great happiness, because they follow their own dreams and make their own plans. Their lives tend to end up just the way they want them to. Wolfs trust in their own desires. They lean towards the professions that they were meant (made) to do. Wolfs are the innovators, the inventors and artists and writers. They ignore everybody. They have to or they’d never get things done.” ~ Hugh MacLeod

From my experience the path is not understood by most. And the ones that envy it don’t realize that it can be a lonely path. That dip into self discovery and self trust gives me goosebumps just thinking about it sometimes. Because there are still moments where I don’t trust what I produce. My italics, shapes, the way I express the stories in my head without opening my mouth. This morning was one of those moments. That leap into the unknown. But then those epiphany moments void all of the rest. That personal victory that can come from something so small. So as I sit here listening to nothing but the hum of rush hour traffic through a cracked window and the melody of my keyboard clicks, my coffee cup is refilled with diet gingerale and I go on with the blind race. I guess I just needed some wise words to help me with mine.

And thank you to a favourite person of mine for this thoughtful gift for future endeavours. I named her SJP. This is her first entry. -k


Get Your Head to Shut Up and You’ll Hear Your Gut.

My intuition scares me because sometimes I want it to be wrong. There’s that haunting saying, ‘a women’s intuition is a powerful thing’ and as I dance through the game of life I resort to pulling it out of my superhero work belt when I just don’t have the right answer. And as the minutes and moments mount, it usually saves the day.

You know when you just know and you can’t do anything about it? I know. Tell me about it. It takes me back to that busy Saturday morning when I was waiting restlessly for my mixed up bagel order and a darling old lady in a fancy hat grabbed my waist and said, ‘patience is a virtue, my dear’.

This week I decided to take the backseat. Not because it wasn’t a beautiful drive. No flashing stop signs, horrid weather delays, dicey road closures or deer. Just because I wanted to come down from sixty to zero for a moment. Because I didn’t have the answers and the minutes and moment were mounting. And the moment I did you offered to drive. -k