Consider The Lilies Of The Field

I am considering the lilies of the field, and as far as I can see, they are lucky indeed.

The expression about how the lilies of the field don't worry about how they're going to survive comes from the Christian Bible.

I think about that a lot as an artist.

Last night I couldn't sleep because I am so scared about money again.

In the month of April I am editing the manuscript for my second novel.

That's what I planned to do, that's what I'm doing.

It takes me a lot of time and effort, but no one is paying me to do it so I'm not bringing in much money.

Thank God for the other artists I mentor, and thank God for the live performances I have lined up.

But right now I'm down to the empty cupboard and the empty piggy bank, and the nearly maxed out credit card.

So, I pray. And I consider the lilies of the field.

I indulge in a fair amount of magical thinking, wishful thinking.

I believe there are valuable lessons in staying the course through thick and thin.

I'm not hurting anyone else by my choices at this point in my life.

I love the idea that these difficult times are galvanizing my determination and my abilities as a writer and as a performer.

Or, put another way, if I had a million dollars right now I may very well not be trying as hard to finish the second novel in my series.

If I had a million dollars right now I might not be trying as hard to make every performance extraordinary for my audiences.

Also, if I go today and find myself a regular job, I might not be as determined to continue with my performing and writing.

I probably would not be sitting here writing this if I had to be at work in two hours.

Well, we don't know what we would do in other circumstances, and we can only live the life we're living to the best of our abilities.

I feel so strongly compelled to continue on my path that I am unwilling to give up right now.

I am terrified by the financial aspect, but I am delighted by the freedom and the creative work.

I am purified by the pursuit of excellence.

So I continue.

And I remember the lilies who want for nothing.

 John Singer Sargent 1885

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