Whether it’s a Blockbuster movie, a Broadway musical, a deftly-written poem, a documentary film, a photo collage or a blog post — we express & discover ourselves, in stories.
We might be the only living creatures on the planet with the capacity to weave & share stories. Except maybe dolphins. Dolphins are pretty damn smart.
Stories accelerate growth & self-understanding in ways we can’t predict. Like when you find yourself weeping, silently & unexpectedly, in the back row of the Criterion cinema…and you discover a wound you never knew was there…as well as the healing balm you never knew existed. Stories can do that.
And your story is worth telling.
Every single person on earth is highly creative, whether they believe it or not.
Your creativity might burst forth in a virtuoso symphony, or a floral arrangement, or a batch of homemade cookies. The medium doesn’t matter. What matters is that you give yourself permission to create…whatever is yearning to come out.
The lessons we learn when we’re grieving, failing or falling are priceless. They’re like concentrated doses of personal evolution. But only if we allow ourselves to show up, and lean into the pain. Scamper away, and you risk losing the lesson.
Period.
I can’t live without beautiful people, places, experiences, gifts & possessions. Beauty — however you choose to define it — is both elevational & foundational. It simultaneously lifts us up, and roots us down.
The easiest way to infuse your life with beauty is to simply notice the luxurious details around you. The silken bubbles of your shower gel, the vivid ink of your favorite pen, the dimpled skin of an orange, the smell of fresh peppermint. Paying attention doesn’t cost anything. And it makes your life so much richer.
Dapper French gentlemen collect bushels of elderflower blossoms & transport them via bicycle to the St-Germain factory. I know. The end.
So much of the pain we experience stems from not feeling understood. Like we’re alone in our thoughts, desires & fears.
We need & deserve at least one person in our lives who really, truly GETS us, CHEERS for us, and APPLAUDS our oh-so-brave baby steps.
It might be your mom. It might be your partner. It might be your best friend.
It might be me.
The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
—JOSEPH CAMPBELL
And the challenge of a lifetime is loving who you are.
That’s what I know. For sure. For now.
Fin.