Dear friends,
I've been listening to Ted Talks on Motivation and on Creativity.  I was thinking about walking to the Art store to buy some art supplies to do something creative. Then I realized my art is writing.  Or at least one of my arts is writing, so why not just dust off this blog and write something?  So, here I am.

The assignment is to draw a picture of how life is now and draw a picture of the life I want and then begin to imagine how to move from one picture to the other.

That assignment came from a motivational speaker on TED.  She drew an example picture for us.  It took her a few seconds and it was recognizable, kind of cartoonish, and she made it look easy.  Of course, I cannot draw anything recognizable like that, so a certain dread came over me as I wrestled with whether or not to even try it.  Why not try?  Who cares?

i imagined myself walking to the art store.  There I'd be, walking around, noticing how ridiculou

sly expensive art supplies really are, and i'd be choosing a few of the lesser expensive items and debating with myself whether or not I could afford them, knowing of course, i couldn't.  Or at least I shouldn't.  In other words, I talked myself out of it. 

Then I felt the loss of going off to start this new project.  I decided to open this blog.  I had to find the blog and recall the login and the password and got in and wondered what I was doing here?  What is it that I actually want to write?  Oh yeah.  I want to write the life I want, the life I have and how to move from the second to the first.  And then I realized I'm not very interested in that.

I'm not very interested in the life I want.

What?

How can I not be interested in the life I want?  It seems obvious that we must be interested in the direction of our own lives, but I'm not.  Not much, anyway.  I don't care what that life looks like.  I'm pretty happy just now, even though my life doesn't look like anything I would have tried to draw six months ago or a year ago or ten years ago. 

Being happy is something we just are.  It is a being thing, not a planning for thing, a doing thing, a wishing for or imagining thing, a working for thing.  It is just being.  Be happy now.  Why not?  Isn't that good enough?
Mary