Who knew that it would be here that I would fall short of my intended goal? Of course, it’s really not necessary that I write here every day to ensure that I stick with my 14 day experiment, which I have been doing. As difficult as it is to inspire myself to exercise when I don’t feel like it, it’s even more so to play the piano, and more again to write something here. When I’m not inspired to exercise, I can change it up a bit, find a different song on the mp3 player, fantasize about how quickly I’ll learn to surf being more fit than when I started. With the piano I can do my best to channel other musicians, pretend I’m giving a concert for the king of austria, change songs, mess about with nonsensical musical ideas. But drawing inspiration from my own brain at the end of a day that already felt long before I decided I must compose something witty and delightful to fill this space? I admit that a good portion of the time, having a space to pour myself into is great, but some days, I have nothing to say. At least, not when I sit down and attempt to say it. I think of all kinds of fantastic things ove the course of the day, it’s a good argument for carrying a pen and paper constantly. Perhaps tomorrow something divine will carry over into the evening and I’ll wow everyone who reads this with my intellectual prowess…who knows?
Creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected. -William Plomer
About the Author: Trish
Trish is an unrepentantly weird girl, who very much likes to write and fix things. Her preference is to be barefoot and laughing, given the option.
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