Dear Mr. Needs O. Riginality,
Whether it be a creative slump you’re in or you just need a little pick me up, there is always One More Thing you can do to get yourself out of it. Today for mine, I decided to read “Dear Mr. Henshaw,” by Beverly Cleary because unbeknownst to me it is a childhood classic, one that I have inadvertently missed. It is about a boy named Leigh Botts who dreams of being a writer. Perfect!
The book was great. It is simple, yet impressively loaded, and I think anyone who loves to write, read, think, dream…any of those things, should read it when they have a spare hour to read a children’s book.
But maybe reading is not for you. Do you have a movie that makes your spine tingle? Watch it. Do you have a person that makes you feel like you’re the person you want to be and will love you even if you’re not? Call them. A song that brings you to a good place? Listen. And if all else fails just get off your ass and clean your room because I fully believe that a cluttered room is symbolism for a cluttered life. Sometimes I wait to clean my room until I get all of my sh-t together for exactly that symbolic effect, but that tends to be counterproductive, anyway. I digress, as always.
The point is we all have those days where you need something. I usually fill up those days with a trip to the mall because the something I am craving is a new pair of pumps or a deep cherry cardigan from Von Maur. But spending money won’t always help you out like a good movie or book will, and I am so so happy in doing so that I was inspired enough to write this post!
So go shopping, (Spend wisely. Burnt mustard situations are everywhere and burnt mustard is, how do you say, “No.”) talk with a friend, take a drive, go for a jog in the park, or if you go to UofL try out the new and gorgeous rec center. Do what you need to do to spark something inside yourself that is both productive and lets you be you. There is no excuse to do otherwise! Except homework, that’s a pretty good excuse. But personally I cannot think of anything more uninspiring than stoichiometry or a decade of Contemporary Art. Barf.
We are all Leigh Botts sometimes and need these little pick-me-ups. But if you’re absolutely stuck, try my failsafe that works every time. Write.
Signed with love in the words of Beverly Cleary,