It struck me this morning as I was perusing the many postings on Facebook. A simple benign peach colored statement, so trivial, it was not really even worth reading twice…to most people.
“People will kill you over time, and how they will kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like “Be Realistic”. Dylan Moran
But, I am not most people. I suffer from the insanity of a creative mind. Or should I say those around me suffer from my creative mind?
Yesterday a friend stopped by, and looking around my kitchen she asked me what was in a jar on the counter? Of course, there is something in the jar she said, you always have something going on, it is what you do.
When someone asks me what I do I really have to think about it. Here is how that conversation usually goes in my head:
- First thought: why are you asking me that, does it matter, or make me a better person if you like what I do? I USUALLY hold that thought in my mind.
- Second thought: hmmm well now I need to size up what I do into a neat deliverable package.
- Third thought: is this an “I am” question? Because the “I Am” answer is much more involved.
After all that, I answer the only way that makes sense to me. I live, that is what I do. I live.
Today I may be a yoga instructor or a college professor. Tomorrow I may be a farmer and a horsewoman. I am always a wife, mother, sister, and friend. Some days I may just be a lazy bum and not DO anything.
For many years I dreaded that part of my character, the Vata, the side that craves change. I cringed when someone called me a moving target and felt humiliated by my lack of “regular”. Today, with the grounding I have discovered in a yoga practice and Ayurveda, I have come to understand and embrace those qualities that make me beautiful and curious.
I smile with the dawn of each new day and relish in the idea of the unknown. I temper the need for chaos with love, commitment, and dedication to my happiness and the happiness of others around me. The words of Shakespeare as Polonius spoke to Laertes one last time, “To thine own self be true” ring out in these ears of mine, I own the title of Renaissance woman with great pride. This revelation has brought me joy and gratitude beyond measure. The freedom of embracing my irregularity has created normality for me.
Regardless of the title, I really don’t have a definable thing I do that makes me, well me. I tend to just do life. Whatever it brings, ups, downs, highs, lows. It works for me. I get painfully bored with regular.
Being realistic is a matter of perspective. To you realistic maybe jumping in the car and heading out to a regular gig and having that hand to mouth guarantee. To me being realistic may not have any guarantee beyond the smile across my face because I can. My best take; Rock on, live well; embrace your own unique, and find happy trails.