I open my view past the edges of what I know, even when it makes me feel like I’m starting again, because only there can something unfamiliar find me,
I open my view past the edges of what I know, I notice how small my perspective becomes when I only engage with what confirms what I already know,
I open my view past the edges of what I know, I admit I sometimes avoid what challenges me because it demands a different kind of attention that I am not always ready to face,
I open my view past the edges of what I know, and I ask myself whether I’m choosing what is easy to recognize or what has the power to expand me,
I open my view past the edges of what I know, I step toward what unsettles my certainty beyond every kind of depth I need to face…
I let myself be wrong, I let myself be wrong in ways that feel inconvenient and humbling instead of quietly adjusting the story to protect my outer world’s image,
I let myself be wrong, and I feel the resistance of releasing ideas I’ve built my identity around, as if letting them go erases the memories and experience I gave them,
I let myself be wrong, I admit I prefer slow correction over sudden honesty because it allows me to maintain a sense of integrity in continuity,
I let myself be wrong, and I ask if I’m holding on because it is true or simply because it feels familiar, because familiarity has a quiet way of convincing me it deserves to stay,
I let myself be wrong, and I allow the shift even when it stretches me beyond what feels known, into the uneasy openness where something new begins to take shape…
I broaden my focus, I widen my attention beyond what immediately stands out and begin to notice the quieter details that usually go unseen,
I broaden my focus, I see how much I have missed by only by focusing just on what feels obvious or immediately rewarding,
I broaden my focus, I admit that I’ve trained myself to react swiftly rather than observe deeply, and that habit has influenced what I consider to be of utmost importance,
I broaden my focus, and I wonder if I’m really observing the moment or just responding to my own expectations of it,
I broaden my focus, and I stay longer with what does not compete for attention, knowing that what matters is not always what arrives the loudest…
I choose what I take in, and I choose it more deliberately, because what I consume over time becomes the measure I create from,
I choose what I take in, I notice how easily my sense of quality shifts depending on what I repeatedly expose myself to without questioning the direction,
I choose what I take in, I admit I have filled my time with things that require little of me and then wondered why my own work felt shallow that I cannot recognize anymore,
I choose what I take in, am I selecting this intentionally or drifting into what is left real in me,
I choose what I take in, I begin to curate what I allow to influence me, because what I absorb becomes the architecture of who I am becoming…
Watchwords:
Slow myself down long enough to notice
Loosen my grip enough to expand
Remain in the uncertainty until it shows
Step toward what unsettles my certainty
Curate what I allow to influence me
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..*
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
*“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”*
