All of those reminders you seem to ignore. To-do lists and sticky notes, a calendar full of times and dates and places you need to be. Easy to see. Hard to believe. A schedule filled with time that is never yours. You do what you do, as often as you can, in days made up of meetings, some only about the meetings you just had. Productivity has a purpose lost in endless days. Performance has a habit of getting lost along the way. It is not about the time, but only the time you get. It’s never what you remember, but what you seem to forget.
We are our own grief, we fear our own fears, and we are the reason to rise above all that haunts us, tempts us, or hurts us. Nothing is inevitable. Anyone has a reason, excuse, or meaningful interpretation of their own perceptions or probabilities. Not everyone cares. What does it matter? You are accountable only to yourself.
It is all on the surface, and below. Life, love, fear, anxiety, emotion blended within the pigment or the performance. Look closely. Get inside. Find the feelings. It is all right there.
