It’s Not the Size of the Poodle in the Fight

Who needs a security system when you have Poodles! Meet Josie & Dee Dee, the best little security system kibble can buy. They are loudly protecting their front porch and prove a very important point. It is not the size of the dog in the fight, it is the size of the fight in the dog. These little ladies do not think about how big they are, they think about being loud and protecting the important place they love. They may be small and easy to pick up, yet they get the job done. The whole scenario changes once you approach them, when you pet them they turn into mush!!! But they are still out there protecting their domicile the best way they know how. 

I have to admire these little girls, they were loud and fierce for about ten seconds…then they became our best friends. They knew their job and responsibility was to protect and serve as an alarm for their Mom. Their instincts told them how to do it, how loud to bark, and how to jump around enough to prevent us from climbing the steps. They melted once we said hello, and they licked us within an inch of our lives, but for about ten seconds they were fierce. 

These two remind me that no matter your size, age, or what people think of you, give it your all. Do what you know how to do with everything you have. If you are good at being loud, then be loud. If you are good at standing your ground, then stand your ground with passion and gusto. If you are experienced in working with a partner, then work it together every step of the way. Bring your best game everyday with all it’s force and every ounce of energy you have inside, even if on the outside you are a toy poodle protecting porch steps. Because again…it is not the size of the dog in the fight, it is the size of the fight in the dog. Never let your own estimation or your own negative thoughts prevent you from being you with gusto. Even a barking toy poodle can keep people off the steps for a period of time. 

The Thrill and Terror of New School Supplies

I am attending a calligraphy workshop later this month. Each instructor sent the supply list for their portion of the week, so we want to the art supply store. It is a dangerous place when you have to buy things, sort of like the first day of school. You bought your required things and now wait anxiously for school to begin. The ideas begin bouncing through your brain as the excitement builds. You imagine the amazing things you will learn, the fun people you will meet, and the delight in using your newly sharpened pencils. 

There is something about a new box of colored pencils, a fresh eraser and a blank book of clean, white paper. The potential is extraordinary. The ideas seem to flood your head and fill your sleepless nights with imagination. The thought that something you have not imagined will soon build before your eyes, it is amazing. It is as if the potential ideas within each tool are calling to you to simply let go and believe that your own creativity will be enough. 

There is also a certain level of anxiety about new supplies, and the first day of school. Will I fit in, will people like me, will I be able to make my hand do what my brain is thinking? What if I do not get it? What if I totally ruin it all and make a big, sloppy mess? What if no one likes my work and I spent all this money to end up a big, fat failure? It is as if puberty has locked itself in its room, and that room is the space between my ears. The highs and lows are tremendous, terrifying, and terrific all at the same time. 

At some point in life we all feel this way. The excitement and anxiety of doing something new. We’ve gotten so used to doing things we know, understand, and are experienced doing that the thought of moving into the unknown is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. New means stepping out of your comfort zone and into the realm of possibilities. It means dancing with failure and trying and then failing and trying again. It means learning new things, practicing, and gaining muscle memory while trying to be yourself and make new friends. Whew! That is a lot of random emotions pouring out of a box of pencils!

I will keep you posted on how it goes. I will share my adventures, my lessons learned, and maybe not too many of my failures. I would challenge you to dive into a new, creative expereince as well. Whether it is a workshop, a course, a program or skill, go out there and learn something new. Make it up as you go along and have fun exploring the ideas in your head…have teh courage to release the you stuck inside that box of pencils. The world is waiting for your imagination to show itself!

Age is No Excuse

Have you ever had one of those days where you just feel every bone in your body creeking? As if your age and gravity have both caught up with you and are winning? These are the days when you realize that getting old is not for sissies. These are the days we want to sit in a comfy chair and do nothing. We’ve all had them, and felt that way, and wanted to just take a nap. If we let that feeling take over too many times, we become complacent and begin to not only feel old, we start acting old. Most of teh challenge her eis metal anguish not age, because age is no excuse. 

Here you see my Dad, Bill Moore, in his second national craft show. He will be eighty-six (86) next month. He takes away all our excuses for not doing anything because we are tired and feel old. He is a wood working artist. He may hurt, or feel bad, and his body parts may fail him…but he is still out there creating beautiful work. He gets tired and wants to stretch, his legs may hurt, and he needs a stick to help him walk…but he is still out there meeting customers and selling his work. He may want to sit and rest and as actually earned the right to do both…but he still gets into his workshop and builds amazing furniture to prepare for the show, his collectors, and his family.

There is so much more I could say here, however not many more words would get my point across as strongly as his passion for his wood artistry. He takes away all our excuse and ignites us to move towards excellence. Next time you think you are tired, think of the artists who are out there still creating. I hope to still be breathing at age eighty-six, let alone still doing shows. Age is no excuse…