… it’s time to play. As writers trying to manifest abundance with our gifts, we often forget to have fun. We get caught up with our inner critics, feel the weight of kin’s gifts and get discouraged, push so hard we exhaust ourselves become creatively arrested or forget that our gifts are unique to the sums of our being… a lot of shit happens that can slow our progress.
When I feel stuck, I snap myself out of it and remind myself I’m supposed to be having fun with this. I’m supposed to enjoy this. This is my passion, I am strong enough for this. So I resort back to my basics which is ultimately, just dicking around. Play time. I-don’t-give-a-damn-if-it-sucks-because-it’s-fun time.
The I-need-to-be-a-child-again-because-I’m-sick-and-tired-of-adulting time.
Sometimes I need to jump in some puddles and get mud all over the damn place, or do what I’m told not to do, just to see how much trouble I’d get into, or bother people with a boat load of questions to satiate my curious mind, or break my toys because I wanted to see just how much they can withstand, just to test my own capabilities.
and ain’t nothing wrong with that, I tell you!
It’s liberating, re-centering, therapeutic.
So, want to see my recent finger painting…?
Type It Up
i tell all my kin,
write it up,
break it down…
type it up…
back it up,
back it up…
print it up,
print it up…
fuck it up,
fuck it up…
now, bring it back,
count those stacks…
Ha! That was fun. Brownie points for whoever knows what song I got that flow from 😀 and even more brownie points if that inspired you to muddy your shoes and get grass stains on your jeans
I hope you enjoyed reading. Thanks for stopping by. Remember to have fun with your gift. It’s yours. You can do whatever you see fit with it.
– B. Brown
(image courtesy of Pinterest)