“If you want to work on your art, work on your life” – Anton Chekhov
These days, I regularly surprise myself with what I am capable of, both on a personal, and on an artistic level. Where was all this *fill in the blank* hiding before?? Answer: underneath a load of crap that I’ve sifted through.
There are so many more layers of understanding and capacity in a human being than most of us realize. We unconsciously understand our truth in every situation, so lying to ourselves will eventually fuck us up. You can fool some of yourself some of the time, but you can’t fool all of yourself all of the time. Your body and spirit always know what’s really going on, even if your mind doesn’t. Makes sense to become more conscious of the unconscious then, doesn’t it?
I’ve put some devotion into working on my life this past year.. As a result, I am a better singer, a better songwriter and a better musician than ever before. I am, most certainly also, a better performer. My life and my art are utterly intertwined, completely connected. Getting to know who I am, finding out my strengths and weaknesses, allows me to walk a straighter line towards my goals. No longer distracted by what’s presented as ‘trendy! cool! must-have! must-be!’ at any given time, I’m better able to pick out the things that interest and inspire me. Most of the hype simply isn’t relevant to me.
There’s no need to measure up to anything, our own personal truth is all. Our interests are as varied as our personalities, and that’s a beautiful thing. Why try to fit into some ideal format of who we “should” be? Who the fuck is defining who we should be, anyway? And what does it say about me that I’ve been listening to peppy, Mexican disco-music from my favorite video game, Little Big Planet, all week? I don’t much care. It’s where I’m at.