UNCEREMONIOUSLY
Kate Rutledge
Free of pomp and circumstance,
void of a Big Announcement,
purposefully lacking any strategy,
other than joy.
When I saw this sunrise, I remember thinking what a shame it was that everyone else in the beach house was still asleep and missing these gorgeous colors. But then I realized the sun didn't care, so why should I? The sun was just doing it's thing UNCEREMONIOUSLY, and I felt lucky to just be standing there.
Like a loose string that’s been poking out of my sweater, this idea of the UNSUNG has been stubbornly hanging around my brain for over a year. It’s time to finally pull on that string and see where it leads. I had a tough time getting this first post out into the world. The paralysis of perfectionism is a familiar feeling, whether it means a blank canvas, a fresh square of clay, or a bright white computer screen.
One story that my sculpture professor in college told has stuck in my mind and helped me break through the terror of beginning on my occasions. My professor was in the midst of potty training his young son, when the boy finally pooped in the toilet for the first time. His son was so proud of himself, and he and his father cheered in celebration. But when his dad told him to flush the toilet, the boy cried and cried. He had finally done it, why would he get rid of it only to start again? After this story, I often think about my professor's answer: If you can do it once, you can do it again and probably even better next time.
Well now that we’ve started things off with a toilet story, things can only go up from here. Here's to hoping I can do it better next time.