So here I am, showing up with my art journal for my creative dream practice this morning, even though I didn’t want to.? Even though doubt built a stronghold in my stomach overnight.? Even though I’m tired.? Even though I’m not sure what my next move is.
My dream is a radiant ball of light.
My doubt is a rough block of concrete.
I’m giving them both space in my art journal.
Doing my best to ground myself in my truth.
Last week, my Daily Practice was a bliss-generator.
This week it’s a container that is keeping me from falling.
Because I stayed in it last week, this week it can hold me.
Daily Practice matters so much for dream-growing.
It’s like your life-line to your dream.? If you’re not showing up, how can you expect your dream to?