I am taking a moment to stop and briefly detach myself from this 2016 millennial flurry so that I can properly solidify ideas and refocus my fuzzy lens. I woke up this morning feeling entirely puffed out from last night's dinner — no regrets — and primed a much less defiant breakfast where I sipped on some coffee and read this:
"As Marie Forleo likes to say, if it's not scheduled, it doesn't exist. It's time to take a serious, honest look at where you're spending your time and identify space where your project can fit. This might mean eliminated drinks with friends Thursday nights (oops), staying up late (double ooops), or taking back your lunch break (dreaded above all)."
I started an E-course with a friend this week and that thus far challenged my notion of "ideating." As we all know, it is a more convenient choice to sit back with a confidante to rifle through loads and loads of well-marinated, perfectly tousled ideas. Ideas — They stay in the shelves of storage without an action plan. I am brutally aware of this.
The Splendor Display has thus been an essential outlet for experimentation. I have certainly discovered heaps about myself through this blog. Mainly about how much I enjoy content creation, even if it requires hours of photo editing (painstakingly on my iphone then transferred to my computer), writing and arrangement. I hate talking about myself amongst a group of people but I love sharing myself through these creative means. Which makes me laugh because just yesterday I was sitting with some friends when one of them asked me, "what is your insecurity?" Embarrassingly enough that I was red from one cup of stout, my words came out entirely jumbled — sporadic at best, incoherent at worst! Blogging helps me articulate. And though I can be absolutely inconsistent perfectionist without a deadline, this lets me speak.
And so, April, you have been deemed: "Action April." Youtube crosses my mind multiple times a day. Thus, catapulting from the quote above, I have sat down and penciled things in. And regardless of failure, I think it is the right, fear-trampling thing to do.