The news I was waiting for came through and for the past 48-hours I’ve been cloud walking, hyperventilating and beaming – all at once.
I’M GOING TO LOVE ANIMALS ON A FARM, KEEP THE PROPERTY BEAUTIFUL AND TEND TO LOVERS SWAPPING SUMMER VOWS! All the while I will be write Write WRITING and re-connecting with ourSelf… with future potential of helping others do the same.
There are no words to express the waterfall of emotions in me at the moment. For one, I’m in a bloody panic because I have to pull a car out of thin air over the next five days. But on the other hand, I’m still adjusting to what’s literally going down. Continue reading
I read something earlier today about a fellow other’s “creative process”. While I appreciate the art this human produces, I couldn’t help but get stuck on “creative process”. To me, that sounds like a chore.
The context it was used in, was something along the lines of, “Thank God I don’t have to work a 9-5 because it would hinder my ‘creative process’.”
To me, “creative process” sounds like a laborious task. It makes me really glad I don’t have one. Understanding my soul’s interconnectivity to this mad land of Earth, clearly there is a tappable creativity within that, the same as there is a technical nature I can access and many other components that create how my tiny reflection shines the single source that, I believe, creates all of us.
Working never hinders my writing, nothing does – really. I think I experience ups and downs like everyone else, but I don’t feel like any sort of task I perform could ever impact my artistic nature to an extent where I would stop using written word as an outlet to process the world around me. Continue reading
FollowMeToNYC is a creative processing ground which expresses individual ideas that often change with the tides. Naturally, these ideas do not reflect those of any of my employers, or anyone else you might see me wandering down the street with one day.