I was driving to class this week one morning when I noticed the fog was very thick. It made me think about how in the beginning, everything seems fuzzy, but as you progress through whatever it is that you’re doing everything starts to become clear. It doesn’t matter what it is, an art piece you’re working on, a story you want to write, or even life, nothing is going to be clear at first. Eventually during my drive, the fog started to clear up and became the perfect metaphor that I was looking for that day. I wish I took a picture but that would’ve been reckless. Perhaps next time I will, but I don’t know if I actually will.
Daily Practice
Sam Schultheis 