A Beam of Light
Something about September feels so full of possibility.
It brings the promise of a fresh start without the overindulgence and holiday torpor of New Year’s. Maybe it’s a feeling left over from grade school — anticipation as crisp and sweet as a ripe red apple.
Last night I dreamed I was taking an art class with Mary Ann Moss. She gave me a photograph filled with angry, unhappy people. Then she gave me a marker and helped me color over their faces, one by one, until all that remained was one happy girl, dancing in a beam of light. When I finished, I cried with relief.
I’ve been thinking about the assessment the leadership coach gave me last week. She’s affirmed some of my better qualities, which has helped me embrace them and dampened my need to second-guess or apologize. She also stressed that my creativity may cause me to get mired in options and distract me from my goals. But paring back becoming more mindful of this tendency and then giving myself permission to ignore the urge to overthink and overcomplicate — well, that would be akin to crossing out all those dark, unhappy faces and leaving room for my joy in the spotlight.