I had a postcard started, it was pale, it was blue with little white cloud looking things down the middle, and I really didn't like the way it was turning out. So I smeared safety vest orange colored paint all over it.

Now in the past I would've tried to make it work the way it was. Miserably trying to rescue it over and over in its original form. I might've been able to save it, maybe. But why? Why spend time in a process that's anxiety provoking when you can just be a little violent (for lack of a better word) and throw caution to the wind and jump in to the giant safety vest orange void. It was pretty fun in there actually, sloshing around.

Sometimes mistakes are great things, especially in art. When you're open to just about anything, then anything can happen. Now I hope for mistakes, because more than likely I'll come up with something more exciting. It's co-creating with the Divine, and that new thing will have more depth, more emotion, than what I was going to make in the first place.

I find this goes for life too, just be open to all the possibilities. You never never know what will happen. And it'll be more perfect for you in the end than what you'd originally planned.

The older I get, the more unattached to outcomes I try to be. I just try to row in the direction of the stream I happen to be in. That's what wisdom is. Having control is an illusion. We have choices, yes, but control, not exactly.

So sing that old song, you know the one. Because "Life is but a dream".

PS This one is for the Leo man in my life, who by example, teaches me things like this all the time. Happy Birthday Sweet Pea.