Friday Introductions

I don’t think I’ve ever done a proper “Friday Introductions” post, so, here we are. You’ve been forewarned: I don’t talk about myself very well. So this won’t be my best work but hey, it’s what the kids are doing these days.

-I’m 25 years old. Finally old enough to rent a car, y’all!

-I’m very proud of my laugh lines. I’ve never really understood the fear surrounding getting older and sprouting wrinkles. Every line I have is a marker of a life well-lived. They show up en masse when I laugh or smile. Why on earth would I want to hide that? (I have a few grey hairs that I adore as well.)

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Big Magic: The Skeptic’s Review

Here’s the thing. I’m a skeptic by nature.

Self-help books are something I used to scoff at. Now, I just kind of roll my eyes a little... as I read them. I was expecting a lot of woo-woo from this book; I mean, it’s in the title... Big Magic. But it was highly recommended by one of my favorite podcasts, so I decided to give it a go. And I’m so glad I did.


Gilbert writes from a writer’s perspective about, well, writing. How mind-numbingly difficult it can be. And how she’s managed to come to terms with its difficulties. Her main premise is that an idea, or inspiration (or even a muse, if you will,) is a living, breathing entity that only visits if you invite it in. It demands attention from you, and, what’s more... it loves you.

I’ll admit, she almost lost me there. But then she went on to talk about how so many artists actually feel the opposite—that their art hates them—and it gave me pause. Was that not true of my own experience?

Books and blog posts are written with wailing and gnashing of teeth. Paintings are born from the darkest depression. Music flows like lifeblood out of a musician’s soul, leaving them weak and diminished.

Isn’t that line of thinking just as preposterous as the idea that your inspiration loves you? Why is the concept of personifying your inspiration so silly? But, if your art could hate you... shouldn’t it also be able to love you?

Wouldn’t you want it to love you?

What would loving it back look like?

I decided to find out, skepticism be damned. After finishing this book, I took up one of her recommended habits—for a short time. (Mediation.) I also branched out and listened to more podcasts, read even more books, followed my curiosity. Instead of posting to my blog once in a blue moon, I did my best to devote enough time to my writing so that I could post at least two times a week.

As for my photography, I went through my old images and looked at the raw files with new eyes. Instead of slapping a Instagram-perfect filter on them, I took my time in chiseling out the best parts of my images.

And then, out of the blue, it hit me. Out of absolutely nowhere came careening this idea for a book. An actual, viable book.

I’d been moderately inspired before by other book ideas—but lately, even while writing them, I felt that they rang strangely hollow. Writing became a chore. I was dreading having to return to the task every morning.

This is the first time in a long time that I have felt an idea settle so comfortably under my heart. I mean, I am enamored. Stealing moments to tend to my scribbles (which live on notecards and napkins and unsuspecting scraps of paper,) talking about it to anyone who will stay still long enough, staying up late to engage with this intriguing idea that has taken root and begun to grow.

When I look at the other ideas I was fostering, I can see that underneath them all was this common thread. Now, when I see my other projects, I think: Ah. It makes sense now. They were all leading towards this.

And, for the record, I barely tried to follow Gilbert’s advice. I’ve never been good at meditating. I put forth very little effort. It’s almost like this idea has been waiting for me to finally see it, bouncing on its toes, ready to jump at the barest amount of attention. And so it did.

So whether or not this is due to “big magic,” or coincidence, or just a trick of my subconscious—whatever it is, “it” worked.

12 Months, 12 Habits

Although I know that timing is arbitrary: if you really want change, you’ll do it regardless of the date on the calendar; I’m going to allow myself, just this once, to get caught up in the rising tide of enthusiasm. We’ll see if my skepticism has been misplaced all these years. My cynicism surrounding New Year’s resolutions has gotten me precisely nowhere so far, so we shall see.

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