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Taking a stand, pleading for your case, making a point…lucky are we to have the freedom to stand up for our convictions.
Remember when we do this — narrow our focus, close our minds, draw lines (build walls?) — we are bound by the limitations of our thinking.
Today, give yourself the gift of open-mindedness.
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Having a co-pilot is a choice when you want to share the journey. A reliable source who shares your vision and looks out for dangerous curves and potholes can save you time and money.
Being a “panster” means you take the road as it comes and make it up as you go along. No map. No true destination. No end zone.
It’s exciting to live this way — open, rogue, fearless — so long as you’re okay where you land. Someday.
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NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is an annual novel writing project that brings together professional and amateur writers from all over the world. The CHALLENGE: Write a 50,000 word novel in a MONTH. The GOAL: Survive the challenge.
On November 1st I jumped into the writing “craze” known as #NaNoWriMo — National Novel Writing Month. This is the Olympics for writers from all over the world — beginners to accomplished — who accept the challenge to write a novel, roughly 50,000 words, in a month.For the past few years I’ve toyed with joining but each year withdrew at the last minute. This time I’m walking the walk. Wish me luck, okay?
I have the germ of an idea. And that’s about all. I’m not 100% sure of the one-liner; a complete sentence that conveys the story. Here goes (and note it WILL change):
Three estranged generations of a dysfunctional family take a road trip on the 50th anniversary of Woodstock to find the woman that connects them.
Listen my darlings, we live in a crazy world. Every day we’re bombarded by external obstacles — big shit and little shit. Remember the difference? Let the little ones go. Accept that the big ones will swallow you whole…unless… you understand that you cannot carry the world for long before it breaks you into pieces.
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No amount of worry or self-beating is going to fix the problem. Do the best you can with the knowledge you have and then cast your care. Write down what’s eating at you. Then rip it up. Or burn it. Or charge yourself one dollar every time you speak or think about it. (I could have traveled around the world had I done this one.)
It’s taken years but I finally gave up on the “little”. Such a friggin’ waste of time. And now I recognize the BIG. And guess what? I can’t do squat about the BIG.
Here’s a newsflash:
No universal law says you must make a vase from raw clay or put random musical notes in a unique order to be creative. If you have a brain (YOU DO) and you can use that brain (YOU CAN), then you my dear friend, are a bonafide creative soul (YES YOU).
Think about all the ideas, projects or goals that have swirled around in your head for days, weeks, months, possibly years. Are there too many that you have trouble getting started?
We know that a scrambled confused mind can’t make a decision. This is when we cast off the very notion that we can be creative. Instead it’s easier (i.e. less hard, more practical) to say I CAN’T and instead go vacuum the car or eat a family-size bag of Twizzlers.
Cancel “I can’t” which is basically an another excuse that REALLY means “I don’t want to.” Gets you off the hook for ever having to try, but then where are you?
Listen darling, you are a thinking, brainstorming, imaginative member of the planet. By this very definition you are “creative”.
I think the hesitation (ahem, excuse) is more sticky than we’d like to admit.
It isn’t so much that we don’t “feel” creative. The deeper underlying feeling is FEAR. We’re afraid. So we internalize the fear of creativity with thoughts like: “I’m not sure I will be good enough or successful.”
Screw that thought.
Nobody can hold a measuring stick to your creativity and imagination — it’s all subjective. And the only person your creation should matter to is YOU.
Adopt The F. A. T. Method to nudge your creative imagination along.
Find a creative pursuit.
Scribble down every idea that comes to mind. Out of the dozens holding your creativity hostage, you’re looking to FIND the ONE that you come back to over and over. Something that makes you happy just thinking about it. And if you had extra time in the day, you know you’d want to spend that time on this. By process of elimination, cross out as many as you can until you narrow it down. Draw a big circle around that one. You can come back to the others later.
Act on one idea at a time.
To stay focused, tackle one creative challenge at a time. And just friggin’ DO IT already. Start with a five minute spurt. If you have an afternoon, immerse yourself. Once you begin, it’s very likely the time will fly. MOJO runs like a well-greased engine. Allow yourself to feel the freedom that comes from doing something you love.
Test your creative idea.
There are only two possible outcomes: Yea or Nay. Yea, you’ve found your groove and will forgo dinner to continue. You might take a vacation day or delegate household chores to keep going. Or Nay, you acted and it didn’t work out like you’d planned — the grass wasn’t so green after all. No big deal.
On the plus side you have the satisfaction of knowing you gave it a shot. There won’t be the lingering “I’ll try it someday, tomorrow or later” excuses.
Time to move on to the next idea, and another bag of Twizzlers.
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These six things entered my pea brain today when doing the mindless task of sanding (a bathroom vanity).
Every day I find more to be thankful for than I have any right to complain. But, I complain. About the mysterious water leak. Global warming. Too much work. Not enough work. Christmas commercials before Halloween — seriously the 1987 ringing kisses bells from Hershey’s was on last night. Some days I make up problems so that I’ll have something to complain about.
I‘m not sure who coined the phrase “curious octopus” but I first heard it beautifully explained by Paola Antonelli. She’s the Senior Curator of Architecture & Design at New York’s Museum of Modern Art. Voted as one of the top 100 most powerful people in the art world, Antonelli is an Italian-born architect (who, curiously, never practiced architecture).
But she’s a “curious octopus” — defined as the reaching and grabbing from a wide spectrum of disciplines to create something new. Antonelli is speaking about art and design, but for those of us with other interests, the process of cross-pollinating ideas opens up infinite possibilities.
Consider our friend the Octopus (for some reason I think he’s purple?). Picture his “tentacles” as the different areas of the brain, all firing powerful information and ideas for consideration. Now take a basic idea, say, a game to delight a five year old. Then mix and match the tentacle firings to create something fun and entertaining for an entire day.
For a kindergartner, creative play is the octopus’s imagination on a sugar high. It’s funny how easily small children take ordinary objects — empty toilet paper rolls — and turn them into kazoos, pins for “bowling”, spy glass for birdwatching or pressed together to make a tunnel for Matchbox cars. (Can you tell what I did this weekend?)
Adults, too, can be curious octopuses. Our “tentacles” are the life experiences and varied interests that resonate with our core being.
Harness your aptitudes and loves (art, child-rearing, woodworking, mountain climbing, cake decorating, horse riding, etc.) and mix them with your curiosity. This opens you up to the possibilities of creation and innovation way beyond your imagination.
Go and be any color Curious Octopus you like. I’m sticking with purple.
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Come the Monday morning after you’re gone, the only person who will care about what’s left in your Inbox is the person who inherits it.
“There’s only one thing worse in the world than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.” ~Oscar Wilde
Within two weeks time your work will be absorbed. You’ll be a periodic memory, reminder or footnote in one of two ways:
“Gosh, we miss Annie.”
If your work was stellar and brilliant, your inheritors will want to emulate your system, traits and processes. They might engrave your name on something to remind the new hires that ANNIE was here, and her contribution mattered to the collective success of this place. “Gosh, we miss Annie.”
Or…
“Gosh, Annie left us in a mess.”
When the first phone call ends with the realization that you coasted more than you counted, it quickly becomes apparent to your inheritors that you didn’t contribute as much as you took. Your name will be the scapegoat for weeks, perhaps months to come. Nobody can find an order, a reference or the place you left off. Excuses will mount as “the ghost of Annie” rises over and over. The only part of your legacy worth salvaging — staplers and sharpeners and expandable file binders — will be taken from your former desk before it’s assigned to someone new. “Gosh, Annie left us in a mess.”
We get one spin around this great big ball. Whatever we’ve accomplished or achieved matters, to the good or not-so-good, based on the people who follow us.
Take the stapler and the pens if you feel they’re token parting gifts. Just know that on the first Monday without you, the people who fill your space will miss you in accordance with how you left them to carry on. But seriously, leave the stapler.
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Now what to do. Should I work on the anthology of short stories piled on my desk? Tackle the screenplay that’s been incubating for a few weeks and ready for fresh eyes? Nah. Not feeling creative today. I’d recently finished a round of book edits and my brain is in need of a rest.
Decision made. Paint the shed.
I dragged the materials up the driveway — ladder, paint, brushes, rags — while periodically flipping my hair. So silky clean and bouncy.
The garden shed is tucked under a mighty oak tree. Love that tree. It’s beginning to show off beautiful yellow foliage. I grabbed the paint and brush and climbed the ladder, humming, happy with my decision to be outdoors for a bit. At the top, I took a moment to give the tree it’s respect. Sturdy, with a generous trunk, it provides summer shade and now a colorful backdrop to the yard. I actually smiled, and drew in a deep breath. Don’t you love the smell of fall? A slight crisp in the air. Heavy scent of rich earth at its peak before the change to the next season.
In my moment of reverential appreciation…SMACK. A friggin’ acorn cracked on the top of my head. A city of evil gray rodents, AKA “cute” squirrels, barreled through the oak’s full bounty, gathering their free winter stash. Tearing through the limbs those rats with tails instigated a hailstorm. Acorns ricocheted from branch to branch, hitting the roof, the ground and (have I mentioned?) one very rare nice hairdo.
Two of the most sinister (one Democrat, one Republican) laughed as they scurried back and forth across the roof. Alternatively they taunted me and then it seemed they targeted each other for all the acorns.
This gal is tenacious by nature. I’m not easily defeated and figure if I can’t outsmart a squirrel, it’s time to move to Canada. From my garage, I pull out a snow shovel and my grandson’s yellow Bob-the-Builder construction helmet. This was war.
Those two were formidable. Just when I thought my wielding shovel sent them to some other part of the yard, they came back. Louder, more angry, but just as offensive as when I’d first laid eyes on them. After two hours of fighting their onslaught I had a beautifully painted shed. But sadly, my once good hair day ended in a flattened, mangled mess — like two very nasty squirrels.
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The most memorable people in my life are crazy. Funny thing: those people are also the happiest. You don’t need to be crazy to be happy but it sure can’t hurt.
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