“The years go by faster and it only gets worse as you get older.”
Grandpa told me that last year after mistakenly giving his wrong age. Nope, he didn’t say he was off my a few years, he had been off by 20!!! A slip of the tongue and then the sigh…
“What I would give to be 63.”
Then he smiled wistfully. He never retired from being an artist. He continued to paint more and more, creating more intricate works of art. His sketches went up into the thousands- and they were individual works of art, each crafted in pen and ink. He worked every day, focused and intent on completing his goals.
Other things were left undone. Only his artwork mattered. Grandpa was motivated to create art but he didn’t wait for motivation to “hit” before he worked.
He worked everyday, completing one project and a time before moving on to a new piece.
He spoke of the unfinsihed work he had, projects in the mind that he wanted to develop into reality. He did not have time to waste.
He died unexpectedly in November, just one week before Thanksgiving.
I miss him dearly. I miss being with him and listening to him.
I remember the direction he gave me. Focus. Be selective. Keep learning.
May I live out his legacy of focus and productivity in my own life.
May we all focus on what is important and let the unimportant issues collect dust. Life is racing by. Each of us must stay focused to develop works of art from dreams and sweat. It’s not what I dream about that matters.
What am I doing with the dream? What are you?