Ever do that thing where you wake up and just know what you need to do? Like with your life? Like you know where some adjustments can be made but know that you’re doing just fine as you are and are really an incredible human being capable of having a positive impact on the world at large and you’re all inspired to write or do a thing of value and then you look at thefacebook and something inside you dies? I decided not to do that this morning. I just woke up from a super lucid dream and that lucidity seems to have carried over a bit into this awake part.
In my dream I found some paper and a pen because I know that writing things down makes me remember them even if I’m never able to see the paper again.
I was naked and inside an artist co-op. The people came in and said, oh and there’s the naked girl and I just kept writing things down: the orange room with two old televisions and a strange wax penguin in the window. The possessed glass tea set in which vodka slowly manifests inside one of the cups. At one point I plopped down onto a moon chair with another guy and started interviewing him, asking him how they were able to make all of this work? Writing was the answer.
What’s neat about dreams and also life is that all of these people outside of you are really inside of you.
I’m going to set a goal because goal setting makes things happen and if I tell you about this goal then it’s even more likely to happen even if you don’t even exist outside of myself. Starting today I will write a blog entry every weekday for a month. Writing every day is an excellent habit that I have gotten out of recently due to issues with tennis elbow and laziness [fear]. But creating a little something each day teaches us that we don’t have to be ‘inspired’ or ‘in the mood’ to create a thing.
‘We have this idea that we need to be in the mood to write. We don’t…Some of the best creative work gets done on the days when you feel that everything you’re doing is just plain junk.’-Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way
Take home message: make stuff.