Heat makes for short tempers. Heat makes for grumpiness. Heat drains your energy. Heat puts my brain in park. What do I do? Read. I find that no mental state ruins reading. Daydream. Nothing like kicking back with some fresh iced limeade and following the white rabbit. Nap. Napping sends invisible chills into the creative soul. Take one ASAP!
Next, heat and moisture leads to violent storms. I had a big set back a few weeks ago. My work in progress manuscript was corrupted during and electrical storm, and now I have to redo the work for a whole month. Ugh. I do not want to do this. I just want the magic to return to me. But that is wishful thinking. I must press on and do the work again. All cheering is welcome.
Last: hiding from the heat. Today I went to see Wicked at the Hobby Center in Houston. What a great show! Nothing like being blown away from an excellent re-imagining of the story of the Wizard of OZ. Expose yourself to art when the creativity is ebbing. Let art sink into you. Listen to the music, Stare at the sculptures. Fill yourself with culture. Reread a master classic as a challenge. Recharge those heat drained cells. Beat back the heat.
I hope my little wrestle with heat is helping you find your creative bones. I will be back next week with more creativity and the current heat.
Here is a doodle for you.
Here is a doodle for your pocket:
You've done it before and you can do it now. See the positive possibilities. Redirect the substantial energy of your frustration and turn it into positive, effective, unstoppable determination. Ralph Marston
2 comments:
Oh, man, losing your work to a storm is the pits. Reminds me to back up. My head doesn't like the storms either, though I do enjoy sitting out on the porch. The storms do cool things off. Hang in there.
Hanging in.
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