Soon after her journey began, I heard about her crazy day riding a Vespa in the heart of Berlin. And so, I was again reminded—I have little control over my life or anyone else’s for that matter.
Ugh—the struggle to maintain the illusion of control. The struggle to avoid chaos.
We try so often to control and shape our lives, sometimes holding on by our fingertips thinking that if we do X, Y and/or Z, everything will be “good”—whatever that means. And so, I challenge myself on my own journey to an unknown land:
Becoming comfortable with uncertainty.
Who doesn’t prefer order to chaos? Well put me on the top of the list –I love the zen of order. But hanging onto that sense of control is a buzz-kill for having creativity.
Maybe that is what is so invigorating and challenging for me to paint abstractly. I have to trust the process, trust myself, go on a ride that has no GPS. I have to believe that I will arrive—or at least travel to where I belong and be open to seeing the world, life and myself in new and unexpected ways. I have to be brave.
So here I am jumping on my Vespa—maybe even WITHOUT a helmet—feeling the breeze in my face, the sun on my skin, tasting fruits forbidden. Here I am world, ready to let go... Taking my hands off the controls—casting aside preferences and judgments. Here. I. AM.
And here is “Vespa” where I travelled these last days/weeks as I let go…new and uncharted territory on a trip that was a wild ride and so exhilarating.
To your journeys…Namaste.