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APSam Smith began writing best-selling singles when he started being true to himself
Who else are we to be true to if not ourselves?
But knowing who we are, what we want and what we stand for can be a lifetime’s journey.
We never get to the end of ourselves.
There is a huge responsibility for each of us to know who we are and to follow our own path and not get lost in the comfort but cowardice of the herd.
There is also great reward for those who dare to discover their unique path and life’s purpose; living in one’s values makes a life of authenticity and integrity.
Last week Brit singer Sam Smith, scooped four Grammys in a prestigious awards ceremony in LA.
At just 22 this seems like a precocious new talent to storm the entertainment world but Sam’s success has been a long time coming and via several circuitous routes.
From the age of 12 he was spending time after school having singing lessons mimicking his vocal heroes Luther Vandross and Aretha Franklin and for years struggled to fit in and get professional recognition as a singer.
Finally deciding to slipstream into his own experiences of heartbreak and unrequited love, to come out as gay and accepting his own body shape (after trying many diets) he wrote the soulful ballads which have become his trademark.
It takes courage and faith to find one’s own voice and style and understanding the primal truth that who we are is “enough”.
It was a similar story for artist Jack Vettriani.
He’s the painter behind the ubiquitous The Singing Butler – a favourite for wedding anniversary greetings cards.
His works now sell at six figure prices and Jack Nicholson, among others, is an avid collector.
But he was once the painterly equivalent of a hack.
Turning out passable copies of old masters and mimicking the style of the greats, earning peanuts and getting nowhere at the speed of light.
Eventually he took to his garden shed/studio and sat there in isolation for three months asking himself some big questions.
Then he started to paint again, only differently.
This time it was in his own style, and conjuring up images that excited, inspired him and represented his vision.
In short, creating works that were the essence of himself.
It was a huge risk but he turned a corner and success spiraled out before him and abundance and fame were his.
Author Truman Capote, working as a teenager on The New Yorker magazine in the 1940s was getting nowhere with his short stories, written in the style of the top writers of the day.
Returning home to small town Alabama he decided to concentrate on what he knew; the quirky characters and the sultry sultriness of the Deep South which bordered on the supernatural.
His first novel Other Voices, Other Rooms teleported him into what appeared to be an “overnight” international literary success.
Cutting through the psychic monkey chatter, identifying and honouring our true voice and daring to commit to it is an act of naked bravery that really is our duty to discover and invest in for ourselves.
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IS it time to have a conversation with your pain?
I’m not talking about a tough chat with your partner but a dialogue with discomfort.
If you are suffering decide to tune in to the pain.
Does it have a colour, shape, texture, taste, temperature, sound, scent or memory?
Ask the discomfort – “what can I learn from you? How can I ease my pain?”
Write down what you learn.
It may be a spiritual and emotional path to healing.
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I’VE made friends with a busker called Florin who plays wonderful swing jazz classics on his keyboard at South Kensington tube.
His music, which often sounds like the work of Ludovic Bource (the man behind the music of The Artist) always puts a pep in my step and a smile on my lips.
I feel like I’m in a movie for a moment.
Let’s hear it for all the street musicians who are providing the incidental soundtrack of our lives on a grey day in February.
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I LOVE your correspondence containing malapropisms.
Thanks this week to John Maher of Kings Heath, Birmingham for an absolute corker.
He writes: “Some years ago we were staying with my mother in law (88) in Taunton when we heard gangs of motorcyclists were using the beach at Weston super Mare as a racetrack.
"She came out with classic – ‘that’s the trouble with these long-haired skinheads!’”
Thanks too to Mrs G Sims of Erith who has fond memories of her mother Rose.
Like the time she went to the hospital for a test and told everyone she was still waiting for her “autopsy”.
Then she told everyone she had already sorted out her funeral and had a pre-paid one “but they haven’t given me a date for it yet”.
But it’s not just the elderly who succumb as Mrs M Taylor of Lancs recalls her young daughter’s love of “protest peas” and “squeaky bacon”.
More helpings please.
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