QUOTE OF THE WEEK

For the Love of Red, originally uploaded by bheuer.

The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates.
-Oscar Wilde

A cacophony of noises fill the brisk air of fall, exclamation marks of possibility to my ears. The breeze has started to clip, the urgency of another year is breathing its last season before the holidays will transform into the next.

I haven't written in a while because life has gotten away. Well, that's partially true. Most of it is (confession) I haven't known what to say. I have something to share, but no idea how to say it or really what it is. I've been alone pondering my thoughts, dreams and crushing devastations.

Everything once was easy. As the kid running around my neighborhood, usually as the ringleader of shenanigans, I could tell anyone what I felt like sharing--my parents, teachers, friends. Then, I started to grow up. Sometimes I would just want to tell my parents I loved them, and we would get into fights. Curfews, boys, grades, anything really, would set us off on a downward spiral of yelling against each other. I went from the elementary school safety of raising my hand in class, or just being proud of knowing the answer, to being careful to not be pegged as a nerd. My friends and I would fight over stupid stuff, and then write notes or text instead of talking it out. Then I would cry. I pretended they were angry tears, but mostly it was because I was sad; sad that the glimmer of ability I had to communicate was suddenly buried deep inside of me.

After dabbling in many outlets (all of which taught me something about myself and what to share with the world), I have gotten my voice back.

As I walked around today, my ipod plugged in, thinking about the bittersweet beauty of fall, I realized it was time to write again. It was time to get back to being a Girl in the Hall. The new chill in the air woke me up after these few weeks of being away. I realized we are all at our best when we are creating. Whether it's being in the school play, debate team, running cross country, cheering at a Friday night football game, art class or scribbling in a notebook, we are all at our best when we are creating. Over the years, I have found that I see things in words, and when I think of it that way, conveying my thoughts to the world becomes a ton easier. It's nice to be back.

We wanna know... How do you create? If you haven't found what gets the spirit of your imagination going, enjoy the journey.