I’ve been thinking a lot lately about where to go with my art ‘career’. There are just so many options and I’m not sure which way to go with things. I still haven’t decided about doing prints and I just seem unable to make the decisions to move things forward.
I was thinking about this when I was out in the backyard with our cat Boo this afternoon. He’s only a year old and he doesn’t have much experience outside. We were taking him out on a harness and leash but he managed to get himself tangled up in the first few minutes. Last week we took him out into the backyard without it and he didn’t venture too far. He did try to go into the field out back but we’ve been redirecting him back into the yard so now he rarely tries to go past the property line.
Today, however, he decided to climb a tree. A big tree. He went up and up and up and didn’t show any fear at all. I tried to encourage him to come down and he started down but then decided to make the leap (literally) to another branch. At one point he was hanging 20 feet up with just his front paws! He got all four paws back on the branch and kept going. He explored the tree for 10 minutes or so – going branch to branch – and then climbed down and jumped the last 6 feet or so.
What does this have to do with me being stuck? Well, perhaps it’s a fitting analogy. Maybe I need to put the fear aside and just make the climb….and take a chance. If it isn’t quite the right path I can always switch to a different branch. I shouldn’t let the fear of falling keep me from experiencing the view from the top.
Definitely something to ponder.