The inspiration is not a luxury.

What do I mean?

Well, I mean the pragmatic requires imagination,

like plants require water,

like lungs require oxygen.

They need one another.

It means if you save or put off or suspend the things that make you feel alive,

you'll have an empty cup, unable to pour yourself into the world.

There's certainly a theme in this chapter of my life, right?

I'm noticing the internal struggle that exists between slowing down and speeding up,

enjoying life while simultaneously building one.

So how do we make these two seemingly contradictory things exist together?

Well, maybe they're not so contradictory at all.

Maybe the work is just a manifestation of the inspiration.

The building is a direct consequence of the doing.

What one puts out into the world is a direct consequence of what one takes in from the world.

And so recently I went to Sedona, and this is going to be an incredibly anti-climactic chain of events,

except for the fact that I had very little reason to go.

It cost me time, it cost me money, pulled me away from my studio.

But I felt called to head that way.

I needed a change of scenery.

I needed something breathtaking.

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