My husband asks me each day how my work is going. I'm learning a lesson - to create without judgement. I can truly answer that it's going well.
I find success in sitting down to be a part of the process each day. I find joy in doing the work, a work that exists only inside me at the moment, but that is percolating and will soon be ready to be brought in to this world. Sometimes it is hard, but I show up. Sometimes it's ugly; Sometimes it's messy. I do it anyway. And, I acknowledge that it is concurrently a process over which I have little control and over which ONLY I have control. I see that within my one creation are the seeds of many more works to come.
The neat thing is this: when you read all that, did you think I was talking about our baby or my research?
Maybe I was talking about both...