Art is life. Life is art. Life imitates art? I am not sure what the catchphrase is but I think I finally get it.
I am a strange brew in case the 90+ blog posts contained herein haven’t given you a clue. Most people by my observations are either artistic or business oriented. They are either emotional or stoic. Right brained or left. Somehow the powers above converged as I formed in my mothers womb and created an anomaly.
I spent 6 years in two different art schools yet own and operate a staffing firm in Dallas Texas. I am a photographer who has created beautiful artwork yet used those same skills to land professional wedding gigs. I can be uber emotional for someone of the male persuasion, yet threaten to box you in the next breath. I am a huge nerd with my knowledge of facts, figures, and useless trivia but have quite a social tool belt that allows me to intermingle with the various clicks of the world. I am a lazy lump on a log given the chance to relax but have quite the athletic record of accomplishment in my fargone past and more recent past with plans to continue (see cycling posts).
So defining who I am has been pretty difficult for me. And who really ever gets a true sense of self in their lifetime anyway? But this post is about a realization more than it is about me. Having the unique perspective of the artist and entreprenure allows me to see a univeral thread. Whether I have created something meant to be artistic or just to pay the bills, it all has the same fiber. The same journey and the same steps are taken with the same conclusion at the end.
It’s cliché but hind sight is 20/20 and I have discovered that art and/or the act of creation is about the journey not the end. Yet I constantly work for the end, the accomplishment, and the treasures that are bound to come with it.
Case(s) in point:
As I sit here typing I have a 2X1 poster of me riding the MS150. There are a total of 3 poses. One where I am grimaced in pain, another taking a turn with a look of determination, and another that properly displays my game face. I sit here viewing these photos with jealousy in my heart. That guy is doing something. He is suffering through hills, piercing heat, muscle aches, and all the while counting down the miles and trudging along. I am jealous that I cannot be a part of that right now. Ironically the guy in those pictures is only thinking about the end. The end of the pain, the end of the hills, the end of intense weekly workouts that consume family time.
Other examples in my life are in abundant supply. I am just starting to “make it” with my staffing branch but will likely need another year or two before riches truly fall from the sky. I have a portfolio of my photography efforts that take me back to my passionate roots. I have trophies and medals from sports events. I have memories of my mission trips to Mexico building homes. I have this blog that is nearing 100 posts in a matter of 5 months and beginning to see some fans and decent traffic. And the one commonality in my every experience, every accomplishment, and every failure is...
I cannot wait to complete the task at hand.
Only I get to that place and wonder…
Enjoy the journey. The end is not always the best part.