There is something beautiful about an active imagination.
I wasn’t born brave that much I know for sure. I was such a chicken, always afraid to speak up for myself when I got picked on.
Since I was such a chicken, my imagination did not exist. I remember when the teachers would tell us to draw a picture of a scene that made us happy and use any necessary colors to express that moment. I would sit there the entire time trying to pinpoint a feeling, and I always came up with nothing until I looked at someone else’s picture and was like, oh sure, that seems pretty good maybe I’ll go with that.
When I went to college, I figured now is the time to be exactly who I want to be and try something new… I will be expressive and dig down into that bag of nothing and try to find my imagination.
So what did I do?
I minored in theater and dance.
I stood in front of a class and had to act out an impromptu scene and nailed it.
Setting the Scene
I had to pretend that someone had broken my heart. And in the middle of dealing with that, I was delivered the news that my mother was dying. My mother had cancer that I knew, but now cancer had spread to every part of her body. And she was lying in a hospital bed with only moments to live…
I waited my entire life not to give a shit what anybody thought of me and live and breathe only to please me. I tore down all the walls that I thought were made of brick and stone.
But once I started tearing through, that brick wall turned into tissue paper. Tears were streaming down my face, and I was beaming with pride.
I was left trying to imagine what it was like not to imagine.
So whatever you may be struggling with today, imagine yourself coming out of the situation. Without a loud imagination, you will remain the same in a world that is constantly changing.
You could have chosen to read any blog, but you chose mine, and I’m honored.