The trees outside my windows have turned neon green in the grey. Of course any discomfort we experience in the spring is a growing pain. A promise of change that we cross our fingers for and hold out hope in the tense burrowing up winter but when we begin to stick our head out of the soil we claim its out of our comfort zone. The one green tulip in the bunch.
That the promise of change of any kinda ushers in exactly what we asked for.
I don’t wanna use the word “consequences” but… consequences.
The consequences of our actions. The consequence of planting seeds and getting exactly what we asked for. The direct output we desire and wish and pray for. And when it lands it feels so completely unsettling.
I don’t think of this like the output it wrong. But that when the gap feels wider – it’s because it is. We are still the same, but the landscape has changed.
Of course it’s gonna feel fuckin weird.
Findings
WHAT IF BUSINESS FELT MORE LIKE ART?!
and I have a workshop on May 11th that I am very very very jazzed to be offering. Join us May 11th at 7pm (free.99 of course) to uncover what art + biz can trullyyyy feel like 🥰I’ve been yammering on about “Neon green Gwyneth Paltrow” (more TBA!) but this article feels like that
Also I read
City of Likes in 72 hours last week and loved it/have 630953 thoughts/5483903 questionsLast week on the pod 👇
Another banger from
// The video about the project is taking longer than the project.
i love you all
phoebe 🌷