If you are not getting exactly what you want out of life, ask yourself if somewhere you believe in a lack of something.

Pink Bedspreads

It was a younger time full of pink ruffled bedspreads, hardwood floors, black and white TVs and knit jumpsuits. Every song carried meaning, emotion. And during those times, she built her world around a 45 record. If the her world was going to end over a war going on in Asia, she didn’t know it. Maybe that day someone forgot to say hi when she passed him in the hallway.


It’s all about projection. And sometimes what one feel inside, gets mirrored by what another person does or does not do. However, how do you explain that to an eight year old girl?

You don’t. You buy her pink bedspreads, distressed white bedroom furniture and 45 records. Through that time alone and inspired by a song, she finds a way to connect, to feel. And forty years later, maybe she will write about it in a blog.

When you don't do with your life what you are supposed to do, it eats away at you till you become a procrastinator. DD

Writing paves the road for the path you are to follow.

Her heart became her art. DD

Why Writing is Good for Highly Creative Folks Like Us

I don’t believe I will be able to manifest fully until I am able to channel my thoughts into my writing. I wake up in the in a fog of ideas, wants, desires and confusion that would do well to stain on paper while sipping a fizzy Diet Coke. (Sorry. Some habits just can’t be kicked. I would prefer a Soy Gingerbread Latte half decaf with no whip but Starbucks gets expensive.) To do this, I must get in the habit of writing everyday.

I write everyday anyway. I am either texting, responding to emails, or posting on social media or developing curriculums at work. So I might as well do my three hand-written morning pages and pick the best for my blog. When the world screams I am a writer and I ignore this, the fog becomes denser. It won’t let me go. Therefore, I either give into my thirst for creativity, or I continue in my destiny avoidance, with no real purpose. When I get to this point, I tend to call my friends looking for an outlet for expression, but it never truly placates me like writing.

When I commit to my daily dose of scribing, I believe my desires will manifest with rapid-speed results. I am not saying I think everyone should write. I just think folks like us with a whirlwind of bottled creative energy, would do well to let it out.