Jolie Guillebeau


Archive for January, 2014

1000: Shift

Tuesday, January 7th, 2014

Whoa. This is it.


There’s so much I could say, but I think the best message I can leave you with is the idea that four years ago, I couldn’t even call myself an artist.

Shifts occur gradually, but with enough time and gentle work, even continents move.

What are you wanting to change in your world? Take a tiny step in that direction today. Redraw your own landscape.

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999: Penultimate

Saturday, January 4th, 2014
It’s been fun!
Tomorrow I’ll see you…
for the last one.

Thanks for being here with me for this.

Four years ago this month, I spent hours writing in my journal and attempting to figure out my life. The short version of all those words can be summed up quite succinctly.

Painters paint.

I wasn’t sure I could really call myself an artist. But I knew I had to paint, so I just started paintings. I decided to paint every day for three months and see what happened.

Four years later, tomorrow I’m finishing the daily painting project with 1000 small paintings. (Hell yeah, bitches!) I have plans and schemes for ways to commemorate this properly, but I’m going to tell you about those some other day.

You’ll still hear from me regularly, of course. I’m planning to send you an update of all the things I’m up to, plus progress on the TEDx project and a story or two every Wednesday for a few weeks. That way we don’t miss one another too much. (I couldn’t go cold turkey– you guys are such a big part of my days.)

Meanwhile, here’s the penultimate painting.

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998: Step

Friday, January 3rd, 2014
Coming to the end,
Not much left to do,
Now the paintings are down to two.

Thanks for being here with me for this.

As I got dressed yesterday morning, I breathed a deep sigh of relief.

It’s a return to normal.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the holidays.

But there’s a little pressure to pin all our hopes and plans to one single day, isn’t there?

Everyone asks, “How was your Christmas?” I feel bad when I answer honestly. “Actually, I was in bed with bronchitis for most of last week, and I didn’t do much to celebrate.”

The grocery store cashier, the bank teller, and the guy at the art supply store all looked so disappointed.

So I just started saying, “Wonderful, and yours?”

The thing is, my life is pretty good most of the time. I don’t need holidays as much if every regular day is a day that I’m taking tiny steps toward something wonderful.

It’s like that guy who makes patterns in the snow. The steps seem inconsequential, but looking from a wider angle, the pattern is really beautiful.

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997: Fuel

Thursday, January 2nd, 2014
Not much left to see,
because the paintings are down to three. 

Thanks for being here with me for this. I know the plan was to end yesterday, but I got behind while I had bronchitis last week, so we still have a couple of paintings left.

 


I spent a long time yesterday fighting with my butane torch. The flame was inconsistent and kept going out. So the wax wasn’t melting and I kept getting frustrated.

Finally, I gave up. I threw the old can away, and replaced it with my spare can of fuel. Whoosh! Suddenly, I had a torch again! The flame was crazy powerful, and quick to ignite.

It made me realize how long my tank had been low on fuel. I’d forgotten how effective it is when you’re working with enough fuel.

It’s probably a lesson I can apply to other parts of my life, I bet.

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996: Slate

Wednesday, January 1st, 2014
Don’t want to be a bore,
Only four paintings more! 

Thanks for being here with me for this.

 


After the confetti falls, the year opens wide before us.
It’s a big blank slate.

How will you make your mark on 2014?

Happiest of New Years to you.
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