I have always loved working in clay. My first memory of it was making a lady wizard in second grade and being praised by my teacher for it. I always felt like it was something I could make mine, and do all day every day 365 days a year.

As I have gotten older, a voice inside of my head has grown louder and louder with so many excuses as to why I could never be an artist full time. I go back and forth, but clay is constant. Clay is always there waiting for me to get back to it.

When I get back to it, I wonder why I ever left. Hmm…why did I?

The Longest Way 1.0 – one year walk/beard grow time lapse from Christoph Rehage on Vimeo.

A friend shared this fantastic video of one man’s journey to find a home. It is a travel journal about a Christoph Rehage, who packed up and sold everything to go traveling around the world in hope of finding a place called home.

http://www.thelongestwayhome.com/

I decided the other day that I have been operating on autopilot for quite a while now. It’s not pretty to realize you are in a rut and acknowledge the tangled web you have woven for yourself. It’s been so much easier to just settle when the work to grow seems daunting.

For a few years now, I have been dreaming of leaving an office job and setting out on my own. My dream would be to create a business that makes a difference in people’s lives, and allows me the freedom to live a life I love. I have always considered myself an artist, but I’m coming to the realization that I also associate being an artist, with a big struggle. It’s just not possible, for what I have seen that this could be otherwise for me. But this kind of thinking has keep me safe.

I forgot I always have a choice and a say in how things go. I can choose to focus on what I don’t want and settle. Or I could choose to create something else for myself.

Well I love, love, love focusing on what I don’t want. That’s not really getting me anywhere. What I need is a plan, some faith, and some guts. Lets see here that gets me.