I was walking in the office corridor, trying to find an empty room to settle into—longing for a bit of isolation to quiet my racing thoughts and heartbeat. It was only the second day following a leadership re-org, one that has a direct impact on my role. All I kept telling myself was: one day at a time. The only agenda today is to meet a good friend and chit-chat.
But as I walked the floor, a wall painting brought me to a sudden halt. It had the distinct power to hold me steady.
I looked at the canvas, and the only words that rose from within me were, “That is so me.”
The painting was incredibly alive, speaking to me through its sheer vibrancy. I could feel the profound ease of the figure depicted there, sitting amidst lush green grass, entirely immersed in the act of painting—driven solely by love and passion. It was the exact reminder I needed to shed a spirit buried under fear, under the paralyzing what-nexts and what-ifs of stagnation. In a fraction of a second, I was reconnected to the depth of my desire for creative expression.
Turning away toward an empty meeting room, my eyes caught a wall installation: a round sand frame. When rotated, the colorful sand and transparent liquid shifted into a frame in motion. At first, it appeared as pure chaos—uncontrolled and wild. But as time ticked on, it began letting go, rebuilding itself in deliberate layers. Finally, it settled, transforming into a calm, therapeutic masterpiece.
