Carry That Weight

When you get weighed down by life, sometimes all you can do is just carry that weight. Day by day. One day at a time. Carry that weight.

And if you’re fortunate not to be bogged down by the weight of life, then look around and see who is. And offer to help them carry that weight.

“Hope” Is…

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
by Emily Dickinson

Wanna cultivate more hope?

First, believe you can make a difference in the world. Then, take continuous action to support and substantiate that belief.

Hope leads to action which leads to progress which leads to more hope. It’s a beautiful, virtuous cycle.

P.S. – This NYT article on Hope.

Unsatisfactory Gift

if you’re feeling unsatisfied, but you actually do something productive with that feeling, then it’s a gift.

If you’re feeling unsatisfied, but you do nothing with that feeling other than whine and complain about it, then it’s still a gift. You just chose not to accept the gift.

Do something. Anything. Make it happen. This is the year.

Go make your art.

Peace Of Mind

If you’re trying to cut through all the numerous hopes and dreams and resolutions you might have and just come up with one single goal for 2026, then here’s one for you:

Peace of mind.

What’s great about this one is that it’s not dependent on circumstance or things going your way.

It’s entirely within your control. You can have it anytime.

And when you do, you wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

P.S. – This song.

The Parable Of The Two Arrows

There is a Buddhist proverb that goes something like this:

The Buddha once asked his student, “If a person is struck by an arrow, is it painful?”

The student nodded, yes.

The Buddha then asked, “If a person is struck by a second arrow, is that even more painful?”

The student again nodded, yes.

The Buddha then explained, “In life, we cannot always control the first arrow. However, the second arrow is our reaction to the first. The second arrow is optional.”

The first arrow is impossible to avoid. As long as we’re alive and walking this earth, we can expect some pain and suffering to enter our lives. Some arrows will come our way and pierce us and it will f-ing hurt.

The second arrow, however is entirely up to us. It reflects our beliefs and thoughts about the injury. We believe we didn’t deserve it. We wish we didn’t get struck by it. We wonder why it ever happened in the first place. We fear another arrow will come our way.

Don’t compound the first arrow with a second arrow. Instead, take a pause, reset and then when you’re ready, choose an empowered response. Lean into your resiliency. You will overcome this arrow and come out that much stronger.

That’s a wrap on 2025 folks. Thank you for reading, for commenting and for sharing. I hope this blog has brought you a little bit of joy and inspiration on your artistic and overall journey through life. May 2026 bring you much love, good health, happiness and creative fulfillment. I’m rooting for you!

Go make your art.

When Enthusiasm Fades

No doubt enthusiasm is a powerful fuel. But what to do when it runs low or completely out?

Enter…Discipline.

It’s the fuel source that never runs out. That isn’t dependent on feeling or emotion. It runs solely on commitment. The commitment that you made to yourself and the goal you want to achieve.

But to access and harness this limitless fuel source, you do need to show up and ask for it. Day after day. Especially on the days you don’t feel like it.

Intentional Attention

Two questions to ask yourself before giving your attention (your most precious asset) away for free (e.g. picking up your phone, reading a news article, looking at social media post, etc.):

(1) How will this help me make the change I want to make in the world?

(2) How will this make me feel?

Be intentional with your attention.

(If you don’t know the answer to either or both of the above questions, then perhaps you need to spend quality time figuring those out.)

Love and Live The Questions

Answers are boring. Questions are potent.

If you want a better outcome, then ask a better question.

I came across this excellent NYT article which discussed Amanda Seyfried’s new film and how much she loves Donna Tartt’s novel “The Goldfinch.” So much so, she has the last page framed in her house. Here’s that page:

… the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.

Whatever teaches us to talk to ourselves is important: whatever teaches us to sing ourselves out of despair. But the painting has also taught me that we can speak to each other across time. And I feel I have something very serious and urgent to say to you, my nonexistent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the room with you. That life — whatever else it is — is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always so glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open. And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch. For if disaster and oblivion have followed this painting down through time — so too has love. Insofar as it is immortal (and it is) I have a small, bright, immutable part in that immortality. It exists; and it keeps on existing. And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand-to-hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.