Today was foggy, rainy, muggy and just a day that most people would like to forget. A day when no matter how hard you try to do things on time, well, efficiently, things repeatedly turn out wrong. Misery can draw the best and worst out of people. I make no case that I was a perfect example for the "best." Bad days just can't be okay. We don't realize how much our our lives truly affect others. Negativity not only takes a toll on health and demeanor but the opportunity to share life and love with every passer-by. Wouldn't it be great to be a face that people can count on? It's not a strength that we can muster on our own, but is an assured one we can find in Him.
This little sketch to the left is mine. I seldom share anything I draw with others. It is nothing amazing or award-winning, but rather simple and raw.There is somewhat of a safety in keeping your works to yourself. No one can judge something if they never see it. That idea is, as the British would say, rubbish. Even if the rest of the world hates what you do and think it is the worst creation, idea, or plan, the fact that you had the courage to share is enough. I want courage. It makes us speak when the audience is disappearing. It stirs us to sketch when the traces of graphite only look like lines on a page. The Avett Brothers speak of courage in the form of pride in their song"The Perfect Space". "I wanna have pride like my mother has. And not like the kind in the bible that turns you bad." Many people only associate pride with petty, pompous personalities; this character will bring one's demise. A small dose is what you need. Confidence; an assurance from deep within that makes the decision, no matter what anyone else thinks.
Currently Listening: "Denton, TX" by Damien Jurado