THE EVERYDAY is relentless. 
Under the weight of ALL THE THINGS, 
it threatens to consume me, 
taunts me to survive it. 
Pretending it’s just for now, 
that this isn’t it, and it’s not yet all here.

But if I look just a little closer, deeper . . .
I find the truth.
That this is it. It’s all there is. And it’s ALL here. 
In all the noise, all the mess. . . is also the magic.
The best of all the best. 
IT’S  ALL  RIGHT  HERE.

AND  SO  AM  I.  
So, I won’t be tricked into thinking that THE EVERYDAY is just for getting through. 
I won’t fall for the illusion that there’s any other time, place or condition 
that I’m going to get to . . . to get to what matters, 
to work on the important things.

Because THE EVERYDAY is all I have—and,
it’s all I need. 
If I can interrupt its momentum and
inquire into what’s unexamined.
If I can find my inspiration alongside
its chaos and the noise, 
I can make space to create.
I can create and make it matter.
Right here and now
in the everyday of my life,
already in progress.