Artisanship

It’s been a week. It’s been a month. It’s been a year. I am barely holding onto my britches here. As the year started out, I had some doubts, there was hesitation on my part, but I took a deep breath and plunged in. And Holy mama, was it ever worth it.

Moving forward has been liberating, enlightening, pure bliss at times and I can’t express enough gratitude for the divinely guided soul encounters this year that was only made possible by following the calling of my spirit. I have finally become an artisan of my own life.

ar·ti·san ˈärdəzən/ a worker in a skilled trade, especially one that involves making things by hand.

Yes, indeed, I have become skilled in navigating my life, handcrafting it into something that completely fits me. Every firecracker set off to scare me back into my old habits, every detour intended to slow me down, but only taking me through a calmer route, every trap laid out to keep me “in my place”, I managed to recognize and dodge.

I would have never been able of making it through this apprenticeship of life, if I hadn’t stopped long enough to take a good look at myself and facing everything that made me squirm and want to run. So here’s to living out loud. Here’s to not being frightened anymore and showing my true colors. For showing them for everyone to see, is finally bringing in all the people and things that were (pre-) designed for me.

“You are a master of what you’ve lived, artisan of what you’re living, amateur at what’s next to live” ~Richard Bach, Messiah’s Handbook