Sometimes when there is so much darkness we can’t make out the shape of who we are meant to be. I know that I have many days when I can’t make out my dreams. I see that nothing will change. But then time passes and I remember the arc, the shapes my life has taken to get me to where I am today. I can see that all these decisions are a part of my dreams, not separate. This reminds me of drawing, because drawing is about is searching too. When you draw you erase, draw over, draw under, look, stop and look again. The lines intersect and overlap and eventually the forms appears. You need all of it to define the shape of your life.
