Flecks #6

As in flecks of reflection from the week: what I'm learning and celebrating.

Things I learned this week:

Technology fails and so do the humans behind it. Be sure that what you think you set up to happen is actually happening. It never hurts to check in.

How to make sausage soup a la Chuck Wendig. That's right. The writer guy. And it was delicious. Chuck knows his soups.

Things I'm celebrating this week:

I survived the mud run! (That's me up there crawling to the finish line.) Non-runner/non-adventure-seeker me attempted every single obstacle (all 25 plus) throughout the 3-mile course and I succeeded on nearly all of them. Maybe not so gracefully, but I did it. Am I proud of myself? Heck yeah! Do I need to do that ever again? Not so much.

Progress. I'm still working behind the scenes here on stepping into my life work. Hooray for small steps forward.

Things that are resonating with me this week:

Painting the Feminine: Protected by Connie Hozvicka of Dirty Footprints Studio. She is painting one piece per day for the month of November, all with the theme of "painting the feminine." I am loving this series and so far "Protected" is my favorite.

How to Feel Miserable as an Artist by Keri Smith as shared on Gwarlingo. All sorts of perfect how-not-to advice here.

The Awareness Link: 7 Focus Areas that Create Success by Christine Kane. Some obvious and some less so. All important.

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