Trust is not really considered a good business plan. You hear about it all the time: how people get screwed because they are too trusting: ponzi schemes, little old ladies robbed of their nest eggs, nasty critters like Madoff. So they create more laws, tighten more controls, stack up more paperwork, presumably to save us from the Big Bad Wolves out there.
I propose differently.
I propose that we need to be aware of the Big Bad Wolves, including that idea that sometimes the Big Bad Wolves are ourselves. (Maybe we even keep a golf club under the bed, just in case.) But at some point, in order to grow and learn and be, in order to really get anyplace worth mentioning, we need to relinquish control and trust the Universe that it will all work out. F’real.
Is that Pollyanna of me? I used to think so. And then I somehow trusted that I was an artist, started this whole Mudstar Ceramics nonsense; and I find myself allowing trust to play a much bigger role than I ever thought I could manage.I trust my process to come up with ideas. I trust my education and experience to know how to build the ideas. I trust myself to finish them. Then there is the trust I have with my customers: I trust their checks will clear, that when they tell me they want the lamp base to be 18 inches, they actually mean 18 inches, that when I ship something that took hours to make, they will appreciate it when they open the box.
I trust that trying out new things: new selling venues or a new class, or interviewing a new someone I admire, will lead to other good things, which will cause me to grow. I trust the opinions of people I love. I trust that most of my mistakes will lead to my learning something. I trust the energy I am sending out there will come back to me somehow.
And it will. I’m sure of it.
