The Creative Mind Is Like A Muscle

I have changed the title of this post maybe a dozen times now. I have no idea what exactly this post is going to be about, so the development of this post will be a surprise. Who doesn’t like surprises?…That was a terrible question. I don’t even like surprises. I like to know what to expect, what to prepare for. There’s been a picture that I have seen cycling through different media outlets. The quote on the picture says:

“If you found a book about your life, would you read it until the end?”

I would read the book. I would love to know ahead of time what obstacles are to come and which ones are avoidable. I don’t think that knowing everything about my life would take the joy out of it. In fact, I think that it would bring more joy. I would have the chance to avoid things that could potentially bring me pain. If you haven’t guessed it yet, I like to ‘play it safe.’

But who am I kidding? No such book exists and like everyone else, I have to embrace whatever comes. And there isn’t anything wrong with that. I know whatever mistakes that I make aren’t the only mistakes ever made on Earth. There are people experiencing the same trials that I am.

Writing is coming more easily to me now. It takes a minute for me to get started, but once I do, words just sort of ooze out of me. Ugh. Ooze is such a disgusting word, but I’m trying this new technique where I can only use the backspace button if a major spelling or grammar mistake is made. Maybe soon I’ll make a post where I don’t use the backspace button at all. The thought makes me cringe a little.

I’ve successfully written an entire post that has nothing to do with the title. My job is done here.

Later Gators.

One comment

  1. mdarst95 · January 30, 2015

    “Later Gators.”

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