Finding your drive
First, I
took out my sewing machine and found a permanent spot for it on a table in
between the window and the toilet. I scoured the secondhand shops for clothes with
interesting fabrics and a friend of mine gave me some Haute Couture fabrics and
every day after work I would sew handbags adding details such as embroidery,
pearls, vintage lace or feathers. I asked a friend of mine who was organizing a
Christmas bazaar for a spot, and she gave me one at a discount. I used a branch
my husband had trimmed off a tree and created a handbag tree to display my
wares in an eye-catching manner. The prices were outrageous, but I was convinced
of their quality and needed the money.
Second, I
created some colorful posters and sold prints for 6 times the price it cost me
to print them.
It all
added up and I managed to buy a return ticket to Australia. I got to spend a
few weeks with my father when he shared how grateful he was for his illness as
it forced him to slow down and prepare for the next life.
I was also
curious about his limitless drive to act; to succeed, to learn. He would always
say “the greatest motivation is hunger” and I always thought he meant it literally
referring to his childhood in the Ethiopian mountains. After this experience, I realized that hungering
for something is indeed a great drive. My
friend Joelle told me that her greatest drive for painting and sculpting was frustration
but once her life was comfortable, she could not find the same urgency to paint.
How can we find this within our soul without being with our backs against a
wall? Can we be driven by love and joy instead of this growling feeling in our
bellies?
By the way
my father passed away in 2012, a couple of months after my visit. My sister’s
advice was spot on.
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