One of the drawbacks of having a creative mind is that you tend to "live in your head" instead of in the real world. While this can sometimes be a good thing, providing an endless supply of inspiration, and in my case, keeping me from saying or doing something stupid, it can also be a tremendous burden and source of stress.
By fabricating an imaginary world that only exists in your mind, you start to shy away from real life situations and as a result, distance yourself from friends and relationships that play an important roll in defining who you are.
A creative mind is truly a blessing and a curse. Living with a creative heart is like dreaming in color. You see the world in a different light, able to sense things others can't, able to feel things that others are numb to. But sometimes those dreams and sensations can become a little too intense and if you don't have an escape route, a way of getting them out of your head, they can start to poison you.
I've been struggling to find my escape lately.
When I was young, I would write and draw all the time. When I didn't have a pencil in my hand, I was slamming a tennis ball against the side of dad's workshop, shooting free throws, swimming laps in the pool or as I got older, escaping into the darkroom to experiment with photo techniques.
I don't have many escape routes these days. Most paths are blocked by mountains of laundry and rivers of dishes. The neighbors would laugh to see a grown woman hit tennis balls off the garage door and my days of hiding in the darkroom are long gone. So the static just keeps getting louder.
I guess for now, I'll just turn up the music in my headphones and keep looking for my next move.
By fabricating an imaginary world that only exists in your mind, you start to shy away from real life situations and as a result, distance yourself from friends and relationships that play an important roll in defining who you are.
A creative mind is truly a blessing and a curse. Living with a creative heart is like dreaming in color. You see the world in a different light, able to sense things others can't, able to feel things that others are numb to. But sometimes those dreams and sensations can become a little too intense and if you don't have an escape route, a way of getting them out of your head, they can start to poison you.
I've been struggling to find my escape lately.
When I was young, I would write and draw all the time. When I didn't have a pencil in my hand, I was slamming a tennis ball against the side of dad's workshop, shooting free throws, swimming laps in the pool or as I got older, escaping into the darkroom to experiment with photo techniques.
I don't have many escape routes these days. Most paths are blocked by mountains of laundry and rivers of dishes. The neighbors would laugh to see a grown woman hit tennis balls off the garage door and my days of hiding in the darkroom are long gone. So the static just keeps getting louder.
I guess for now, I'll just turn up the music in my headphones and keep looking for my next move.
Day 136 {From Where I Stand} - Goalie Love
Getting a little goalie love after an awesome 11-3 victory.
Day 137 {Urban} - Urban Sprawl
Signs of life in our ever-increasingly paved world.
Day 138 {Critters} Dusk Flyover
Enjoyed a beautiful sunset at the High School lacrosse game last night. A great night for a 10-9 overtime victory for the home team!
Day 139 {Kids} - Sticks Up
Day 140 {Beautiful} - Beautiful Lily
Day 141 {Free Choice} - Fun Run
Today was the highly anticipated school Fun Run. I think the smile here says it all.
Day 142 {Waiting} - The Waiting Game
A typical scene on tournament weekends. Waiting between lacrosse games. Happy to report that our team went 4-0 this weekend!
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