Do know who you are? Are you consistent and steady in your daily creative endeavours, confident in the face of the sometimes harsh responses to your work? Or maybe there is silence, nobody pays attention. How does that affect you? Your driver’s licence has a name and a photograph. Your online social profiles, your employee records, your tax accounts, birth certificate and other records all represent a fixed and unchanging you. But are you fixed and unchanging?
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Welcome to the Sunday Letters archive where you can read all past issues of the weekly Sunday Letters publication. Sunday Letters goes out weekly to subscribers to my material. Each week I try to present to you a different perspective of the world in which we live and work in an effort to encourage you to perhaps think differently about yourself and develop the courage to follow your creative passions. Subscribe free to get Sunday Letters each week.
In today’s Sunday Letters article, I’m taking a look at the paradox of work. We need it but we resent it. Given the choice, if the need for money was not the prime mover, we might not even do what we do. We can’t wait to get away from it. We look forward to Fridays and dread Monday mornings. There is the belief in us that somewhere in the future it will get better, we’ll have more money, life will be easier.
After a considerable amount of time chin scratching, I have finally set a date for The Artist’s Manifesto Launch. My previous date for publication came and went due to other commitments. The completion of the new studio/office took precedence, and oh I must not forget that little detail of needing to fund that project. Other commitments came into play there too.
Giving up, quitting on something is kind of frowned upon, isn’t it? I mean, there seems to be this popular notion in western industrialised society that to kill something that’s not working is a terrible thing. It seems there’s virtue in keeping something alive that’s dying. It might bring you to your knees but by Jasus, you’d better keep trying to make it work as long as there’s a breath in your body or else
In today’s Sunday Letters I am taking a look at “saying sorry”, and what I see as a retrogression, a perpetuation of victim mentality in so many of us. Some of you will steadfastly disagree with the thrust of my argument, highlighting the moral necessity of recognising when we inflict hurt. Others of you I hope will see the validity of it.
I’m gonna let you in on something… sometimes I don’t work well with other people. Maybe it’s my artistic temperament or maybe I’m just an asshole.
Does it make you happy? Work I mean. Are you content with your lot? Our western industrialised culture says that you shouldn’t be. To be content, to be happy where you are equals lack of ambition and stagnation. “Become a better version of you!” The 30-something internet self-development man says. To be ambitious in the modern sense is to believe in a future where life is better somewhere other than here and now Therefore life is not good where we are.