Here’s a beautiful and inspiring poem by Zen practitioner Wendell Berry:
It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our
real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have
begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
I perceive my biggest problem to be that I can’t seem to focus on just one thing – there’s the side of me that needs to work with my hands by playing with tangible objects through artistic endeavors. Make paintings, drawings, jewelry, sculpture, prints, etc.
There’s another part that has the desire to learn everything I can to become a better web designer and WordPress gal. I want to learn to program PHP, not just manipulate the code. I want to get better and better at Photoshop, Illustrator, my Wacom graphics tablet, etc, etc.
I sometimes feel like I’m being torn in so many directions and I catch myself apologizing for feeling like a Jill of all trades but master of none.
My stream turns into rapids very quickly when I’m in this mode. So what to do?
Lately, I turn to sitting. Then I accept this is who I am. And I won’t apologize for that.