I am smack-bang in the middle of the hardest part of my current project.
No longer the fresh excitement and boundless possibilities of the new, nor yet the fragrant and tantalising promise of completion, just the work; the seemingly endless and repetitive no-mans-land of the daily grind.
But still everyday I get up, brew my coffee, and get after it.
This post is about why.
Sometimes, the work feels like a war.
There are times when my body is tired, or broken, or both. Times when my spirit is thoroughly unwilling. Times when the well feels empty, when I have nothing to say; when my fingers are stiff and cold, my voice is silent, and the whole world seems haar-bleached, fog-bound, and grey.
But I am a veteran at this game. I know her rules and I know her secrets. I have witnessed long the tricks and wiles of my opposition. I have been making music, writing things, and performing them live ever since I was 7 years old. In terms of this I am an old lion; and I know well my jungle in darkness.
I have learned over time that how I am feeling in the moment bears no relation to the quality of what may be produced in any given session. Thoughts, emotions, and the body are generally poor indicators of the day’s potential. The things I make when I feel bad and the things I make when I feel good are indistinguishable in terms of quality when I look back on them in the cold light of morning.
When understood properly this one fact removes nearly all excuses.
In any pursuit of worth resistance is a constant. This is not a bad thing. It is the resistance that the electricity encounters whilst travelling along the wire inside the bulb that creates the light which illuminates our world. The surfer is nothing without the wave, the pilot nothing without the onrush of air; and the greatest fighter in the world is but a dancer if deprived of an Opponent.
Creating things of worth and sharing them with others in order to elevate the world is one of the ways that I have chosen to justify my small part of the life that we all share in this fragile, chaotic, and beautiful dance of existence.
It is a good war.
It is my war
What’s yours? 😉
My name is James Radcliffe and I am a 100% audience supported independent artist.
I put almost every waking hour of my life into what I do. If you find any worth or value in this post, my writing, or my music please consider supporting my mission by purchasing some of my music or spoken word recordings. You’ll get some beautiful art, you can choose the amount you’d like to pay, and 10% of each purchase goes straight to a worthy charity. Every single sale makes a difference in my world and allows me to carry on making things like this.
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You guys are the reason I do what I do. You are my people and we are in this together. Any victory on my part is a shared victory in my opinion, so let’s shake the very foundations and make something world-sized and worth celebrating, together.
I truly hope you are well. Best wishes, and great big man-sized love.
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