Late in the afternoon, my husband and I drove into the garage after a day of celebrating my birthday. But I was filled with unhappiness, disappointment and anger. And it was all my husband’s fault! He had done so many things wrong and let me down on my special day.
I secretly simmered over this for several days until I realized I needed to journal this so I could move past it. I wrote down each thing I was unhappy about and why. That list stirred up my frustration and didn’t help at all.
But then I thought, “Wait! Try The Three Questions on this!”
1. This is Zinna. She is sweet, funny, goofy, quirky, beautiful, silky and panther-like. She has cute little ears, black whiskers and a tail she flicks around like a whip. When she’s happy, she purrs non-stop and drools unashamedly. She loves to chat in kitty-talk and can keep up her end of a conversation. She is very loveable!
But Zinna has a dark side. She was found, abandoned by her feral mother and never finished receiving all her kitten training. The first few years of her life, she was forced to be an outdoors cat even though she didn’t have the skills to manage her territory. She was often bullied by the other outdoor cats. These factors resulted in trauma-induced anxiety on a massive level. Even as a young cat, Zinna was quick to lash out at others for no reason. I have never been afraid of a cat in my life, but I was afraid of Zinna and her extra-long slashers.
Structure and creatives, those two words sound like an oxymoron, don’t they? Many creatives would agree, “Darn right, they are oxymorons!”
We creatives live in a world that has not welcomed our imagination and unconventional process. In fact, many creatives have been injured and even wounded by how structure was forced upon them. Yet, unless a creative willingly embraces some kind of structure, they take the chance of not living out their creativity to its full potential.
The greatest story of my life.
I was trapped and alone in the dark, with deadly dangers all around me. Fear ballooned into panic - panic that I couldn't do a thing about. I prayed. I cried. I called out to the Lord to rescue me. But it didn't do one bit of good.
Alone. Afraid. Trapped. Abandoned. How did I ever get here?!
In Part One, I shared with you two of my great passions: Brilliance and Brokeness. We looked at how they intersect for good and also for bad. I told you about my own very broken past and also about learning to embrace my own brilliance. Now, more on what I'm passionate about.