The time is now.

I don’t even know what time it actually is.

I’ve been travelling for almost 24 hours, after leaving new, dear friends in Fargo, North Dakota USA around lunchtime on Monday. I have crossed a dozen time zones, slept intermittently, and done my absolute best to relax and feel even remotely comfortable on this long-haul adventure.

I’m maybe an hour or two from seeing my family again, after a simultaneously long, and oh-so-brief, 7 days away. I’ve missed the warmth of my wife’s lips, the cheekiness of my son’s grin, and the knowing, piercing eyes of my daughter.

If I know my wife, they’ll all be waiting at the bottom of the ramp after customs, ready to meet me. No matter that they’ll have to get up even earlier than my kids normally do, or that there’s a high likelihood my daughter will be late for school.

The point is, they’ve missed me as I them, and they’re coming to meet me – screw the consequences.


I have spent the last 4 or 5 days in the company of some of the most inspiring people on the planet.

They are not inspiring because they have great ideas and talk about them. They are not inspiring because they see the world a little differently to most. (They do both of those things.)

They are inspiring because they stand against the surging tide of boring, mediocre lives, and they create art out of their lives.

They are each a living, breathing expression of choosing extraordinary instead of average, of actually DOING SOMETHING about their great ideas, and of making a massive difference in the world.

Because they can, and because to them it’s unthinkable to have these ideas and NOT act upon them.


I’ve spent a good portion of my return journey (when I’ve not been sleeping) reflecting upon what I’ve learned, and who I’ve met in the last week.

I’ve thought about my own life, and the number of art projects I’ve conceived and not acted upon.

I’ve thought about my legacy, and how I want my children to speak of me when I’m on the great big adventure in the sky.

I’ve thought, over and over again, about how my perspective, my lens on the world will never, ever be the same.


The most important thought I’ve had – the one that keeps rising to the surface after each successive wave of inspiration crashes through my consciousness – is this:


It’s time to start living a life of clear, sharp intention.

It’s time to live a life of meaning, of contribution, of making the difference in the world that ONLY I CAN MAKE.

It’s time for my life to be the embodiment of my art – the ultimate expression of creativity, and love, and wonder, and purpose, that I can dream of.


I have lost count of how many times I’ve cried these past few days.

I’m becoming very familiar with the hot, choking feeling in my throat as the emotions surge and the salty tears cascade down my cheeks.

I’ve learned to welcome this feeling, rather than bite it back into my chest, because it is my body’s way of telling me I’m on the right path.


When I am moved so deeply, so viscerally, that I have a physical reaction to my emotions and feelings, it is then I realise how true I am being to myself.

The warmth of my tears speaks volumes about honesty and integrity, and in a maelstrom of ideas and fears and doubts and passions, they are my compass.

I don’t know exactly what comes next after this life-changing experience, because I haven’t created it yet. But I know that regardless of the direction, it will be one of purpose, of intention, and ultimately one where I express my art.


I have just read an incredibly succinct and powerful book about minimalism and living the best life possible, and I have just re-read a manifesto written by Chief Misfit AJ Leon – both of these in the past 12 hours on flights from the USA to Sydney Australia.

They both made me cry, several times, and have cemented my resolve that NOW is the time to start creating and living the live I am meant to be living.

Although I don’t know exactly what time it is – either in the USA, in Sydney, or on the flight I’m sitting on as I write this, I have come to a single conclusion:



As always, this comes from my heart to you, with love,
Israel. xo


Written on a flight from LA to Sydney, somewhere over the Pacific, somewhere between June 3 and 5, 2013. 

12 thoughts on “The time is now.”

  1. I have to say it was a pleasure meeting you and Reading your experiences especially how I also lost count of how many times I cried.

    Unique in many ways give your kids a big hug.

    1. Thanks Raul, man, I’ve given my kids so so so many hugs already – and they can’t get enough, nor can I! Can’t wait to hear of your next projects, just like I can’t wait to share mine when there’s some shape to them :)

    1. Thankyou Clay. It was terrific meeting you and Julia too – I only wish I’d had more time to spend hanging out with you both and chatting more! I’ll be in touch, don’t worry – and I look forward to catching up with you again sometime soon :)

  2. Wonderful post Israel – I’m excited to follow your journey. … and thank you so very much for making the trip to Fargo… we were very lucky to have you and I’m so glad you enjoyed our wonderful little slice of the planet!

    1. Hey Laura,

      Thanks so much for having me! I was delighted to visit Fargo – it now holds a very special place in my heart. Not just because of the people (but you’re a big drawcard) but because of its quiet, quirky charm. Loved it :)

      Sorry I didn’t get to visit the farm with your crew on Sunday – I was desperately in need of some coffee & downtime. But next time I’m in town… I promise!


  3. Hey my sweet baby,

    I am so glad to have you home. But I am also so glad you went.

    I too don’t know what the next stage of our lives will look but I do know that it really doesn’t matter as long as I am with you. I also know that every part of my being is saying we are already making a difference to this world just by role modelling to our kids the art of gratitude, giving & that is ok to the tread a path that is different to what most people do.

    I am sure we will have loads of cuddles, tears, struggles & probably butt heads a few times too as we start work on our next big adventures, but that’s how we roll & why we work.

    But you are right, now is the time for us to start. Looking forward to it.

    Forever yours, Bel xoxo
    Ps. Thank you to all the amazing Misfits for being such great friends to Israel. You changed his life & have already made a difference to our family. Xoxo

    1. Greg, the blessings are all mine.

      I am so fortunate to have met YOU, and learned about your story. It shook me to the core and gave me such well-needed perspective on my life and my art, that I will be forever grateful.

      I’m going to follow more of the #tenlap project and look with interest to your new (ish) gigs as a speaker, start-up entrepreneur, and educator. Thankyou.

  4. Israel, it was great meeting you in Fargo. Your positivity and cheerfulness are contagious. Your passion for your work and the love for your family are inspiring. Please keep up the great work and I can’t wait to see what the next step is on your journey.

    1. Thanks so much Paul, I really appreciate that. I try to keep things pretty simple, man – my family is my passion and my anchor, and I’m thrilled that it’s so obvious for others to see.

      It was great meeting you too, and I only wish I had more time to hang out and talk with you about your passion and your projects! (I guess that’s why Facebook and email were invented… right?)

      Stay in touch, and don’t worry about the next steps – you, and all the Misfits, and all the world will hear about them. ;)

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