Excuse the language 🙈Apparently my inner creativity self has a foul mouth and knows no bounds! 😈 This quote just came to me and I had to have a stab at creating my very own Quote Picture/Word Art. I was inspired after listening to Brene Brown on how unused creativity is dangerous, and there are people out there that will purposely shame you to make themselves feel good.
🎬 At the cinema. Both my hands are full holding the all important film sustenance (nachos, Pepsi, popcorn, etc).
I get to the door of the cinema screen. Hmm did not think this through. Can not open the door. I stand there helplessly whilst thinking of a balancing act strategy.
Luckily I see a couple coming. I do my best puppy dog eyes, and look at them, then the door and then my hands holding the cinema snacks. For some reason I am doing the whole thing in silence – as if I’m in a Charlie Chaplin movie.
The guy valiantly opens the door for me. I thank him profusely. He now looks like a hero in front of his girlfriend. He can thank me later.
I walk down the stairs and I’m praying there’s not another set of doors. There is. Crap.
They’re trailing quite far behind me.
I now stand helplessly (again) in front of the second set of doors. The guy then has to do the quick run (the run people do when you keep holding the door open behind you – but they are too far away – so they have to quicken their step – and you’re a jerk for making them run for no reason).
Anyways, he again graciously opens the door for me.
Me: “Sorry, I’m being a total princess – demanding you now open all the doors for me!”
We all chuckled.
Inspired by books that encourage being creative (namely How To Steal Like An Artist and Show Your Work by Austin Kleon), and psychologist Brene Brown on the benefits of being creative, and watching the inspirational and captivating YouTube videos of philosopher/film maker Jason Silva, I felt the desire to have a go at trying to create something.
This is my first attempt.
I love those quote pictures that you see on Facebook, and love short prose, so I wanted to have a dab at trying to write something myself.
” I tended to overrate the fun activities that I didn’t do and underrate my own inclinations. I felt like the things that other people enjoyed were more valuable, or more cultured…more, well, legitimate. But now it was time to ‘Be Gretchen’. I needed to acknowledge to myself what I enjoyed, not what I wished I enjoyed.” – Gretchen Rubin (The Happiness Project).
“Over the last few years, I’ve started figuring out what I really find fun. I realised I had a lot of stuff and activities in my life that I didn’t enjoy. These were things that others find fun, but they just weren’t to me.
“Accepting that what others find fun won’t necessarily be fun for me felt like a huge breakthrough. It’s hard enough to stay in touch with what’s fun for you, without thinking that you should like something that others find fun.” – Anon blog reader (The Happiness Project).
I love trying new things, and I can get real obsessed and passionate about a new activity, and then go and buy all the paraphernalia, but I can just as quickly lose interest and get distracted by something else. My brother says I’m fickle. Maybe I am. I’m not a master of anything, I don’t have the desire to commit to any one thing, and put in the hours to become skilled at it, but I’ve embraced that part of me, and realised that I am instead a constant struggling interested student/amateur/learner of a lot of things. I’m an introvert at heart, and a lot of the activities I enjoy doing are quiet and solitary. I’ve given myself permission to do things I like doing, and not be concerned with what I should like doing, or what others like doing. We are all different and have our own unique likes and dislikes of what we like to do for fun in our spare time.
A list of some of the things I enjoy and like doing (this list is nowhere near exhaustive):
- reading books
- watching films (at the cinema/home), tv shows
- writing in my notebook – verbatim notes of things I read in books that I love and find inspirational – for no reason other than having a collection of my favourite writings
- listening to music (both live at concerts/gigs, and on my iPod)
- learning to play the piano (no matter how badly I sound or how slow I am)
- visiting museums, and exploring new places like cafes and restaurants. And castles – I have a thing about castles.
- going to theatre shows
- taking pictures
- reading about positive psychology and creativity.
Reader, what things do you find fun and enjoyable? Share your own list in the comments below!
🍯 Scene: My cousin and I are working at my Aunt’s SubShop sandwich place in Seattle during my summer holidays when I was a teenager.
“There’s no such thing as ‘oh I’m not creative’, there are people that use their creativity, and those that don’t. Unused creativity is dangerous, it turns into grief, judgement and rage, it’s poison”. Brené Brown
I was trying to see if there was a way of “bookmarking” a specific place in a YouTube video, but instead accidentally discovered a neat feature where you can get “video URL at current time”.
* Pause the YouTube video at the desired time
* Right click on the timeline
* Pop-up box will appear with the URL of the specific time
* Copy the url
I’ve decided 2015 is the year I embark on my social experiment/project: “Talking to Strangers”. And I shall blog about my little random adventures, for no reason – other than to practice my writing. I’m pretending I’m a character in a book, and people I meet are also characters. I know it sounds weird. I know I’m weird. But I love writing, just for the sake of it, even if it’s not good, clever or entertaining. I’m writing for me. I’m writing for the future me.
Wednesday 4 March: An Oasis in East London.
My friend is a musician and invited me to a gig tonight at the Kings Head, she even kindly put me on the guest list. I googled the place “a private members club”. Private members – sounds exclusive. Sounds posh. Somewhere I normally would never get in.
I get to the destination and for a second I was worried I got the wrong place, because it looked like it was shut down, it looked like an abandoned, derelict building, with all the windows and doors boarded up. I looked around nervously, there was no entrance. Then a man with big dreadlocks came out of a door, out of nowhere it seemed.
Me: “uh, I’m here for a gig”
The Man With Big Dreadlocks smiled encouragingly, nodded and simply said “Yes”. I felt like maybe he was the Oracle. He pressed a buzzer. And then the door magically opened (okay it didn’t magically open – the doorman/bouncer on the other end opened it). I walked in.
Hostess behind the counter: “Hello”
Me: “Oh hi, erm my friend is playing in a gig tonight, and I think I’m on the guest list” I gabbed on, without actually giving my own name, until she had to ask me. Ha ha. Oops.
I was then led through thick black velvet curtains and behind it a room that was breathtaking exquisite.
Chandeliers, elegant paintings, and a gigantic “stuffed” tiger over the bar.
Me to the barman: “wow this place is very posh. The decor is so nice. Is that a real tiger? I thought I got the wrong place because the outside is all boarded up and looks shut down”
Barman smiled knowingly: “yes, that’s the idea. We don’t take in walking customers. It’s members only”.
All of a sudden I felt privileged being let in. I ordered a virgin mojito, the barman even made a little flower out of mint leaves. Cute.
I then explored the place, and accidentally walked into the gents toilets, those are funny looking sinks…
There were a lot of stuffed animals dotted about – I don’t know if they were real or not, but the baboon at the bottom of the stairs gave me a fright.
I eventually ventured downstairs to where the gig was taking place and the room was enveloped in sparkly blue lights – I suddenly felt like I was in a dystopian world where only certain people were allowed in this secret club and I just stumbled across it by accident.
I found an empty seat next to a couple and asked the girl if it was free and she smiled yes.
I listened to the live music whilst looking around admiring the atmosphere and wondered how rich everyone was. Apparently membership is very very expensive!
I then noticed a “stuffed” monkey, standing on a chair, handcuffed to and holding rifle. I think that was my favourite decor piece.
After the band finished the set, I turned to the girl…
Me: “Isn’t this place beautiful? Who are you here to see?
Finnish girl (later I find out she’s from Finland): “yes, it’s lovely. I met my boyfriend here last year. He organised this gig night”.
We got to chatting and bonded over our mutual love of horror movies, and exchanged emails and made plans to meet up to watch a scary film one day. Because people who like scary films are very rare and we gotta stick together.
Watch this video on why we need real life moments of interaction and communication, and how even when we’re together we are still on our phones and not with the people who are actually there with us in real life.
I’m the first to admit I’m guilty of preferring to send a long text or email instead of waiting to say it in real life. The speaker explains why – it’s our desire to control, edit, and perfect what we want to say, because real life communication is sometimes messy, unpredictable and inarticulate, and sometimes the conversation may not go the way we want it to go – the perfect way we have planned it in our heads, or we might never get the chance to say all the things we want to say.
But nothing beats a moment, an interaction, a conversation in real life, in real time.
Watch this TED talk on emotional first aid: https://youtu.be/F2hc2FLOdhI
• why when you’re feeling lonely you’re even more unlikely to reach out – because of fear of rejection
• why when faced with rejection we beat up on our self esteem even more, instead of working to build it up again
• how to fight ruminating and negative thoughts
• why we need to focus on our emotional health as much as our physical health