Life is funny sometimes. You think you have things figured out, chart a course, follow it relentlessly, put your heart into all you do, and like a speeding car crossing a railroad track, you’re derailed by a large oncoming object you never saw coming. Well, I say funny but it’s not so much funny as it is curious.
As I lay here three hours after I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, I ponder past relationships, decisions, and other derailings of mine, remembering when I felt most alive and purposeful. Can’t help thinking if not for the times I stepped outside the lines, I wouldn’t know how stimulating, incredible or sensory this living can be. It’s like the more I watch my step and concentrate on walking the line, the bigger the train that comes along to take me elsewhere.
Once I’m on the new train, life becomes way more fun, and I forget the troubles of the path, get creative foods that I turn into art, and I feel so refreshed. How crazy is it that the only way I can deliver my art is to live along the fringes of what I believe is the right way to go? Wow…
I don’t know if I’m getting a warning to take a vacation or not. But this feeling is so strong, I just wanna be immersed in the sensory experience. I crave creative food. Oh, I even found out I can draw a little bit. I want this logo so bad, and I’m not seeing results from the folks I asked for help, so I started sketching and I like it.
No sleep for the true artist I guess. I want to run and jump and play in the color, sound, smell, taste and feel of life. We’re all gonna have to stay tuned, cause I have no idea where this is going. Live. Sleep. Create. That’s the cycle I’m in. My bed doesn’t even like me right now. This has to be huge…
From the Mind of:
Tonya D. Floyd
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