Life is a constant flow of shades. Greys, blues, pinks, reds, yellows, whites all varying upon our moods, our circumstances, our thoughts and our perceptions. What one person may see as brown another may see as bright purple. One may perceive someones life to be an abundance of rainbows when through their eyes everything has a grey undertone. We are told to believe what we see and never question whether our mind may be playing tricks on us. We never think that based on what we know, we have made presumptions on the way things are and therefore, already see them in a certain light. What we fail to realise is the paint is in our hands. We get to decide what colour and shade everything in our life gets to be. We get to decide what we paint our futures to look like, that we can change the ways we've painted our past. Everything we experience in life is art. Lines, colours, shades, blends, shapes, sizes and we are the artists. We can decide to paint big, large, bold or put the paint brush down and let everyone else do the painting for us.
Frankly, I'm tired of watching my life be painted by hands that don't belong to me. I'm tired of letting things like anxiety, fears and "what if'" depict the art that is my life. The worry of not being good enough, the fear of complete failure, the what if it doesn't work out or what if I don't get what I really want most out of this life. I can worry, and paint my entire canvas in that attitude, or I can take control and paint the life I dream of allowing it to become my reality.
What you focus on becomes your reality.
So, take a deep breath, pick up the paint brush, and focus in on every stroke, detail and colour, intentionally creating a life you only ever painted in your biggest dreams.
Some Saturday morning thoughts from me to you.
