It’s strange how a place can become so engraved into the person you’ve become. These Midwestern walls and buildings where lovely backgrounds, these sweet prairie grassland escapes, these roundabout buses and broken sidewalks I will never forget. It’s always hard to say goodbye, but grander things are coming. It seems my creative energy has supercharged and I need to be somewhere that I can plug in and electrify. L.A. bound, I couldn’t be more excited for this new journey. Continue reading
I was blissfully nostalgic when I returned home for the weekend and found myself outside. I climbed into the recently repurposed fort swinging like a monkey. My hair in my face, wind rustling the leaves, full on jungle girl. I mean things were so ah, wonderful. But my mind was clogged and my pink cheeks flushed.
The thought of someone finding me with my legs jutting from the rafters pulled me to the reality of a wall calendar announcing that another birthday had passed.
A silly concept bouncing around in our minds that blocks true joy. I should be inside watching the latest celebrity gossip. I should be sipping mimosas and reading poetry to find relaxation. I should be testing out eye creams and age defying vitamins. Oh my, why limit myself? I could have simply wandered to the backyard and reminisced, but something within me activated and sang, “You are still young!” The plywood and lounge chairs can attest to my smile. The art of living with appreciation. The things and people we allow into our lives should be celebrated with the upmost enthusiasm; same with the choices we make unflinchingly.
People grow up embarrassed by the braces glued to their teeth, their favorite striped socks and sandals combo, for admitting to love “Twilight” or enjoying a splash of hot sauce with their veggies. Instead be proud!
Hanging upside down, I felt free. Pursing happiness is currently an act of defiance in our society. Well, call me a rebel.
p.s. Here is my weekly vlog! I had the joy of discovering some wonderful independent publications Grunge ‘n’ Art and The Messy Heads. Reading up on positivity and creativity shaping the lives of others, echoes all that I strive for on this blog. It makes me happy to see others sending a good message. Also notable, my senior thesis presentation went well. I turned 22. And I later took a nap in the same fort I called my play palace. Hope everyone has had a lovely Monday.
What is inspiration and more importantly how do you capture it? For me, inspiration is hidden in the dandelion side-walk and the hum of cicadas. It is caught in the melody and shared in a snapshot. Ah, inspiration. It is in an activist art project such as Molly Gochman’s #redsandproject. It is in Kamala Markandaya’s sweet words required for class. Empathy. Understanding. Swapping traditional recipes with your international friends. Helping others with their assignments. Going outside to appreciate the beautiful migrating flocks stream through the sky and the tickle of grass blades. Freeing yourself from expectation. Sharing ideas and letting your mind wander. Inspiration is there waiting; be brave and grasp it.
What inspires you lately? Comment and share below!