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When the Fog Clears

I’ve had a vivid imagination for as long as I can remember.  From the detailed characters I created into illustrated story books at age 7 to the imaginary friends who were invited to my grandparent’s house for dinner, I’ve never had a lack of creativity in my life.

That’s even bled into my adulthood, too- I relentlessly see the good in people, create storylines for situations, predict how entire time period will turn out- from friendships to jobs- and sometimes even dream entire relationships in my head.

Well, that would only be if the other party hadn’t fooled me into believing those stories.

Nevertheless, it’s been interesting how the element of storytelling and fantasy has played a role in my adult life.  I’ve dramatized situations, looked fondly at people based on the hope I had for the person they were, and have created negative situations out of nowhere.  My intuition has always played a role in this storytelling, however, the people in my real-life have also become interesting characters.  There comes a day when you stop seeing life as purely a fairy tale, but one big series.  A whole collection of experiences, dramas, comedies, and tragedies.

Perhaps you can separate fantasy from real life.

Maybe it’s time to just start writing a new story.

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Keep Shining

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Morning Magic

It was 5:05 AM as I opened my laptop and started to type.  I looked at my phone when I woke up, right before making a cup of coffee and settling in under four fleece blankets.  I received a text message from 12:25AM, which I clearly missed.

After eating chocolate chip cookies, working on my sketch comedy homework, and watching a few episodes of Master of None, I was fast asleep by 10PM.  My evenings are filled with reading, writing, and watching relatable comedies involving characters loosely based on themselves… which I know all too well.  More on that later.

This gem popped up on my Instagram feed from Andie Swim– too appropriate. 

Lately I’ve been thinking about how much I love mornings.  Many people whine about them and dread starting their day, but not me.  Nights often involve chaos, hedonism, regrets, but most of all- a constant search to fill a void.  Nights are full of anxiety, fear, and loneliness.

Mornings are the opposite.

For me, early mornings are a time of reflection, ideas, creativity, and wonder.  It’s my time.  No one else’s.  The world is still asleep, no one is bothering me, the drunk texts have stopped, and it’s a fresh, brand new day.

Once you finally “get good” within yourself and are comfortable in your own skin, you’ll no longer feel anxious about what you’re missing at night.  You’ll no longer toss and turn, worrying about tomorrow.  FOMO has slipped away, and you realize the most important thing you need to take care of is yourself.

I hope you’re having a beautiful Sunday morning… mine is easy, just like Lionel Richie’s.

Why in the world would anybody put chains on me?
I’ve paid my dues to make it
Everybody wants me to be what they want me to be
I’m not happy when I try to fake it.