I can remember where I was when I realized I was a project-driven artist.
My wife and I were having dinner at a local pub-estaurant we love and I was talking about how my day job as a corporate sales trainer was good, but not artistically fulfilling. Sure, I was thankful for the job, the pay and the people I worked with and the trainees I’d helped, but a part of me was needed a little nurturing.
That part wasn’t being fed or watered. I felt it inside me grasping for breath.
My wife mentioned that she thought we were ‘project people’. That is, we like to birth an idea, cultivate it until it can stand on its own and then release it and move onto the next project. Sales training was the opposite of that concept and though I enjoyed several parts of the job, I wanted more.
I wanted to contribute more. I wanted to see the process through. And I wanted it for myself.
That last part…the ‘for myself’ was probably the most difficult to come to peace with for me.
“Why do I need to do something for me? Why am I so individualistic? Am I being selfish?” I thought. Continue Reading…