For the past four and a half months, you’ve read my ramblings as I etched my thoughts on here, one post at a time.
Looking back at them I see this has been a practice in sharing and reflecting, which developed into a daily ritual. Posting the blog created structure amongst the empty space I was in. It was a voice I didn’t know I had.
Now I feel it is time to say goodbye. I am grateful for anyone who read my blog, took away from it, and I can say I enjoyed every minute of it.
Go well and kill it in the game 🙂
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.”
Nobody but you knows how to live your life. You are an expert at it!
You know exactly how you wake up, how you get out of bed, and how you start your day. The people that play a role in your life know you as well, but they’re still not an expert at being you. Imagine if your best friend had to play you in the film adaptation of your life’s movie. Would they know all of your inner thoughts, needs, desires, and then be able to express them in way that only you can? Not likely.
Just like with any craft, your life takes time to master. Depending on how many years you’ve been around, you may not have as much experience as someone who is older than you, that’s a simple fact. Although, just because they’re older also doesn’t make them an expert at being who they are.
There are lots of colorful emotions in this life, they help season our experiences with flavor. Sometimes we add hot sauce, other times maple syrup. One of my favorite flavors to taste is Joy, the same one you may have felt when you were a child and you weren’t an expert yet. You were only discovering, searching, and in the process you marveled at the world around you and you were open to learning.
If you feel like you need a bit of joy in your life, a bit of maple syrup for your pancakes, all you need to do is remember that you were once that child who wasn’t an expert yet, and despite the years in between, that child is still there and still ready to learn again.
I crave information as if it was oxygen, so for the past few years I have sunken my teeth into a plethora of non-fiction books. Subjects stemming from physics to art, business to theology, mindfulness to archeology, to name a few.
I grew up reading horror fiction and listening to 60’s bands like The Doors, Little Brother and The Holding Company, and Simon and Garfunkel (old soul, I heard it before). Poets like Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison struck me at the core, and laid the foundation for listening and learning.
I figured our that the more I filled my head with knowledge, the better I understood the world around me. It made sense, however still, every few years I would realize how much I actually didn’t know. It happened at 18, at 25, at 30, and most recently at 35. There’s a entire universe to soak in.
Five years ago I started teaching studio photography, camera and lighting for beginners of all ages. I taught groups as well as individuals, and one thing I noticed is that when I teach I also learn. It works the other way around too, so when I learn I naturally teach. I have come to realize that the two are one in the same.
They say knowledge is king and I believe them. If you really want to create a kingdom worth its weight in gold, then share that knowledge and don’t hold back. You can structure your lessons however way you see fit, but be willing to let people in and experience learning for themselves.
The only way we will grow as a people and as a planet is to keep sharing and handing down knowledge, the way we have been doing for centuries.