on limitless possibilities

Today I had an epiphany of the obvious.

It occured to me, despite all the dire warnings and sober caution that was thrown in my path growing up, I am actually making a comfortable living from my creativity.

I am paid (pretty well) to write, to concept, to conceive, to seduce, and to go into the ring on the side of daring, experimentation, and risk.

As I make peace with the noisy tattle-tale of fear, I understand just how free I am.  I have everything I need to do and be what it is I need to do and be.

That sounds a little silly, perhaps, or obtuse, but I've lived my life for so long reacting to external pushes and shoves (real and imagined).  Enslaved by compulsion, I never really understood what it meant to make a choice to follow your passion.  Distorted fear of risk and anxiety about security were willing watchdogs.  No wonder my inner life was a bloody battleground.

Now I feel there's nothing that I can't do, but nothing I have to do either.

I can truly 'follow my bliss', let the hours and days unfold, and experience the thrill, terror, rush, and rapture of life as it is.

Pretty damn cool.

Passion, beauty, and love, folks--24 hours at a time...