I’ve been through a bit of a rough time recently. Something happened that absolutely floored me, and my usual resilience and natural optimism deserted me.
Now, I’ve always imagined the inside of my head like a massive storage room/factory with workers shoveling stuff from boxes into giant furnaces (bit like the Titanic but hopefully with better decisions being made) The foreman for some reason is a burly whiskered man with an English accent. (wait- I think borrowed him from the movie!) “Send down some more nostalgia - she’s looking at old photos” - “she’s going in for another glass of wine…she’ll be dancing next….noooo…. dial back the fine motor skill so she knocks it over” - that sort of thing.
These wee guys usually have my back, but this time they kept shoveling on the negative thoughts and feelings.
To stop myself thinking, I started to make and make and make. I completely immersed myself in my work and my creativity absolutely flourished.
I totally immersed myself in my work.
Only problem was the negative thoughts were still there. I thought- right- I’ll listen to uplifting podcasts while I’m working, improve myself and who knows maybe even grow a super brain while I’m getting work done!
Well, what I discovered was to make sure self-improvement stuff is all of a similar theme. One morning I listened to “The subtle art of not giving a f*ck’ and followed it up with something that seemed to encourage you to get up every morning thinking “what great thing will happen today'?” So now I don’t know if I’m supposed to give a f*ck if something great happens today.
But I did some really good work on a dragon.
Got some great work done while listening to podcasts.
I listened to one about heart chakras, visualizing my heart chakra expanding filling me with love enveloping negativity. I lay back, closed my eyes and visualized my heart chakra as an expanding whirlpool of love…….
Heart chakra turned into a suddenly expanding giant balloon angrily pinging off negative thoughts that took the shape of little stick figures while for some reason a medieval jester floated above laughing evilly.
But I got a great mask done.
So, for now, I have turned to the sage advice from world renowned philosopher Ozzy Osbourne.
