The other day my friend Delia showed me Tommy the Pomeranian's tumblr. It was absolutely incredible the amount of hype this unbelievably adorable pomeranian received and all he has to do is pose for a picture and be himself. Which undoubtedly got me thinking that I am incompetent, but it also gave me some motivation to think of some brilliant idea that'll land me some dough and therefore stray me from convincing myself that I will forever be a starving art student. Anyways, I've been thinking about clever ideas while my insomnia takes over. The one I am going to try for now is something I actually thought of while I wrote out my list of things I need to do in order to satisfy my creativity and my mind.
Don't worry. I know I'm an oddball. I'm gradually accepting this conclusion and am in progress with being comfortable with my weirdness. Luckily, I have people who support and share my weirdness so that definitely makes me feel comfortable being strange from time to time. I'm not saying I'm not self-conscious. I can actually become very sensitive to judgements, but I know I'll get over them with time.
This has become a very tangentive (I know it's not a real word, but it really should be) piece...
So back to improving myself. The "beast" refers to my creativity. I can't take any credit for that term. It's actually what the guy I'm seeing (let's always refer to him just as "the guy") had taught me. He calls his creativity "the beast" and I couldn't be creative and decided to do what great artists do: steal :) At least I'm giving him credit though.
The portion pertaining to exercising is something my Dad has always stressed to me. My Dad is a work out fiend. Since I can remember my Dad has exercised every single day. There's also physical proof. Just picture a 5'3" mixture Jackie Chan and Jet Li I suppose. Exercising is important because on the priority list, you have to take care of your body first and foremost...otherwise you'd be dead. Also, working out releases endorphins. Bonus 1. Working out makes you look sexy. Bonus 2. And the bonus list goes on...
Also, I like to run.
The drawing part forces me to continue to polish up my skills. Not that I really have much skills.
Forcing myself to sing in the shower everyday has made me feel happier, wakes me up, and helps me practice my singing. (One of my life dreams is to become a singer at some point...like that'll happen...)
Reading. Must I explain more. I love reading. My Dad also got me into reading. We LOVE reading. I am most thankful for being able to read. It is an incredible gift. (Also, one of my life dreams that is physically impossible is to read as many books out in the world...now I'm really just dreaming)
Doing something nice for someone makes you feel good too. Especially when you see them smile. Smiling is contagious. And good karmic energy. Someone will do something nice for you in the future too, so why not make someone's day?
Finally, fail at something everyday. This is what originally inspired this entire post. I thought long and hard while I tossed and turned on my air mattress. So here goes...
My idea is to list out as well as number my failures each day. Obviously I'm going to have failed way more often than I will ever recognize, but I figured that if I could keep track of most of them, it would visually show me that I am a human being. I fail. All the time. And so does everybody else. So why are we so afraid of trying new things? Why are we so terrified of failure? I've had so many fears that I've conquered, but yet I still fear so many things and it makes me mad because I know that there really is nothing to be afraid of. We can only learn more from our failures, which I find amazing.
"If you've never failed, you've never tried" - Jim Savio
My Critical Reading and Writing professor from first semester taught me that. I hate the feeling of having never tried. I'd rather fail at everything than to have never tried anything. So let's see how far this experiment takes me.
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