Dear Artists,

My life is a sculpture and I am the artist.

I have no choice but to carve another piece out today. No matter what mistakes I have made, I have the power to fix them with some work. Sometimes this can take one move. Other times it can take 365. And when mistakes are fixed and I love how everything looks, I may be deeply afraid of messing something else up, but I still have the responsibility to chip at this again today and tomorrow.

That’s because this was an assignment given to me. I have no choice but to take part in this exercise.

One catch is that I do not know how many moves I get and I do not know how much longer I get to work on this. My last carving could be any day.

My life is art and it is a work forever in progress with no definite deadline. Artists often fear sharing their work until it is finished.

But if I stood back today and looked at what I have carved, crafted, and chiseled, would I like it? Would it amuse me, empower me, inspire me? What about the sheddings on the floor? Are they memories too? Would I gather them, save them, hold onto them like sand—or would I blow them away, never wanting to see them again? Am I proud of what stands in front of me? And would I dare say that—if I had the choice—I would craft this all over again?

Love Always,
Nathan