“Feed my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line.”
“In between freezing and melting. In between love and despair.”
-Jeanette Winterson, The Passion
If I tell you that this is where I am in my life, perhaps the implications will bring pause. To cause concern, perhaps.
Or that this is all so emo. Yeesh. Get over yourself. I swear it isn’t as bad as it sounds.
I’m a heavy introvert. Which means lots and lots of words going around my head all the time. This has caused difficulties in ways I never expected.
Liminality. Transitional states. Ambivalence indicates two emotions. Passion and inertia are as close as your own eyebrows or the breath in your lungs. Spit out your red-hot emotions or drown as the darkened waters smother the conflict.
“How can this mean anything to me, if I really don’t feel anything at all.” -Tool, Stinkfist
I am(was) a mid-twenties lit. major. Photographer. Martial artist. Half-assed poet. (how many hobbies can one person have? You’re beginning to see the problem.) I am an introvert, and if I tell you that I am often too overly analytical, you may think me redundant. But I am passionate and playful and creative as well.
We’re here to discuss self-transformation as a creative process. This is far more practical than it sounds. I am new to this kind of writing. Topics will seem to bounce around. It may take a while for a pattern to develop.
Hopefully it will be interesting as well.
“You play. You win. You play. You lose. You play”
I am likely to update two or three times a week. Tuesday and Friday, more or less. Besides which, I’m doing this Mindfulist thing, which is meant to be every day.