Happiness is ...

I just want to write and write and write these days. Just bubbling over with opinions and facts and links and helpful hints. For those creative people who are blocked out there, let me put in a plug again for The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron. Get this book. Really. I am not kidding.

Back to me and writing. I have written/finished more blog posts since this weekend than I have in any individual month since I started blogging. Poems kind of explode from me now, sometimes in little bits and pieces, but they're coming. And let me just say that I never thought I could do fashion photography but ... look at that photo. It's one of the best I've ever done. (T&T Miss World 2009 Ashanna Arthur).

But what I like best of all is that I LET myself write now; I let my imagination go wild when I want to do a good photo. I used to stifle this creativity. I told myself that I was too busy at work to writing poetry, or start a blog. Too busy to craft better features or try some better photography lighting methods. But now that I take a little time to do those things that are more like play than work for me, work is going better. I can focus longer, have more clarity when I wake up. I have more bright ideas mored often, can deal with crises without feeling like a failure before I start. I can breathe. I'm actually happier. All because of a little creative play.

I know I sound like I'm selling you a product, but you should try it. You go like it.