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It surrounds us, pushes up…down…..inside us, pressure.

In the last several months, there is an almost hyper-awareness of the pressure all around. Like when a baby discovers their tongue and has no idea what to do with it or how to control it.

This is curious as it’s always been there. Newton named it when the apple fell, Dr King felt it on that balcony, Susan Rothenberg sees it in her surrounding landscape and a writer feels it tapping away on the keyboard to quickly hit backspace backspace. Whatever you want to call it…creative pressure, foreboding, 6th sense, God…..this is the pressure we are working up to. It creates a coveted gem and reduces a fracture.

I am in a cooker right now. Creating lists and lists and lists to make sure I didn’t miss anything and remind myself of all that did not get done today/yesterday and last week. Crazy pressure though……like waves….not a gale or storm just waves pushing on a boat. I will get there……trust….have faith I will get there. Sitting back – looking at the painting – walking up to it, scratching out what just got laid in – working it again – sitting – looking. Putting the miles in on the bike…spinning those legs hundreds of revolutions, boring boring boring revolutions, then hitting the bottom of the climb. I am impatient. Do the work, be impatient if you want, it will not get you there faster. The revolutions have to be in your legs, the looking has to happen….for hours, days, weeks. Trust, faith.

The timing is as it should be…for everything. That impatient thing can get its panties in a wad…The anger will pass, have your tool belt on, make the list, call on your cut-men.

Sparkle like you never have before. It’s your time.

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