sitting on the fence

Have you ever been sitting on a fence waiting to make a decision?  

A decision you even knew the answer yet for some reason chose to still sit on the fence?

One of my FAVORITE artist, Donna Downey, is offering an
on-line course titled 48 weeks.  I highly encourage you to click on the link and read what she feels about her on-line class.  For several years she has been posting Inspiration Wednesdays, where she does pages in her art journal, most of the time she doesn't know what she will be ding when she begins.  The Inspiration Wednesdays are free.  Go see if her style resonates with you.  She was the first person I started following because I love her candid style of teaching.  She often finds herself in a creative pickle she calls a "hot mess", but she keeps moving forward and finds her way out.    Anyway...when I first read about 48 weeks I knew, deep within, that this course was for me.  Yet I allowed all those creepy voices in my head to stop me in my tracks from signing up.  The more I sat on the fence the more pissed off  (and my butt was getting sore) I was getting with myself.  I know better than to listen to those voices yet here I was, once again.  I got to the point of reckoning when I realized this is a good for me and good for my creative spirit.

I am happy to say that I am no longer on the fence.  I signed up and I am more than ready to begin.

 This whole situation aided in solidifying my word for 2014 that I will share later.
There are always lessons to be learned even from ones you repeat.

Believing

When I went to bed last night I pondered what would be an ideal way to wake up in the morning.  I wanted to be able to wake up with thoughts of inspirations running thru my head to the point of having to rush to some paper and write them down.  I believe our spirit/intuition is always guiding me, I just need to take the time to listen, then act on whatever I am guided to do.  Hence this post.....

When I got up this morning I went to my studio and sat in my chair.   I was only a short period of time that I was thinking about my Granddaughter, Delaina.  She is almost 2 1/2 yrs. old, in the beginning stages of potty training.  I intently watched her yesterday while she was grasping the idea of going to the potty and not in her diaper.  Her mother, Tara,  had bought some pull ups with fairies on them and had told her some story about how special they were. ( I don't know the details).  It must have been a powerful story because it sparked a new attitude in Delaina.  Throughout the day there were times that she was successful to make it to the bathroom on time and we would cheer.  Then there were those other times that she would have an accident in her pull ups. When those times came Delaina would simply say,  "That's OK, I'll get a new one."   Not once did I witness her feeling discouraged or let down.  She simply accepted what had happened and moved on.

The message I received this morning while sitting in my chair was about "believing and with the right attitude success will come.  Accept and learn from what happens then move on".  

Who would have thought I would have been reminded of such a valuable lesson from a child being potty trained?  AND... then to write about it?