This gives me joy—today is a writing day.
Five words. A declaration and an intention. A pen with dark pink ink and a stack of loose leaf paper. An open heart and a hungry mind. This is all it takes to give me joy.
I can write anywhere. My joy is portable. How cool is that? It is easily called and easily, instantly created.
I could make this difficult, make my writing feel like work. Be all serious and ‘this has to be good, this has to be perfect, this has to be outstanding, a twenty out of ten on the Writing Scale.’ Putting my focus on the product, the outcome, how my writing will be received.
Ick. No. That is the job of my internal critic, who is sleeping right now. There is no need to call her. She is grouchy when woken up. Truth, she is grouchy all the time. No. I don’t need her here, being bossy.
I am putting my focus on creating. Being in action. This is play. Writing my blog post is play. Jumping into words like they are the biggest ball room at the playground, and I get to wiggle into the middle of all these words and find the ones I love best today. Try this one or this one. String together these ones. Nope, not this one. Choose the one over here instead.
Joy. This is joy. Imagining. Being curious. Experimenting and finally choosing which words I want.
This is how I played as a child. No expectation. Just diving into the ball room of my imagination and letting myself go wherever I wanted, for as long as I wanted.
Pablo Picasso said every child is an artist.
He is right.
I am a child today. I am playing with words and pen and paper and my imagination. I am in joy.
Today is a writing day. There is nothing better.
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Pablo Picasso, artist, 1881 – 1973, http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/p/pablo_picasso.html