When a feeling grows inside me, I associate an image with it. For example, when I am getting a migraine, I always conjure an image of a well-placed blow to the head with a baseball bat. When I feel my OCD getting particularly overwhelming, I imagine running over the crevasses and corners of my walls with a sharpie; outlining every conjoining point in their structure. The last two weeks I've been imagining making footprints on the ceiling, which I always imagine when I'm in need of new perspective.
I'm so tired of the same old roads and the same old routines. Well, I'm stuck with the roads, but the routines are a choice. I've been feeling this constant itch to see everything with a new eye, to experience beauty with every breath like I once did. To do it with joy. Basically, I want to make footprints on the ceiling and discover what the world is like from the flip side.
One thing I've noticed in my search for perspective; my crave for wonder has been remembering where my joy used to come from. And getting back to the basic change up of routines again. I haven't been pushing myself and creativity has been running dry. And I've been thinking... what used to make me joyful? Where did I once get my creativity from? And my plain and simple answer is that I am a piece of God. God, in fashioning me, took part of Himself, specifically His creativity and imagination, and plugged those wires in. I believe that this part of me that I love so much came from Him...
So what's the best conclusion? I need to tap back into the Source.......
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