Posts tagged ‘Imagination’


The bonus? challenge Day 31, by Matthew Stillman: [Mess up your hair. If you are wearing makeup – smudge it. If you have a pair of pants that don’t really fit you – put them on. Put on a top that doesn’t go with those pants. Go to your sock drawer. Pull out two socks that don’t match. Different lengths, materials, colours, elasticity […] Take a picture. Get ready to post it online. Are you feeling dread? Excitement? Is this not the image you have of yourself? Write about the fear or the thrill that this raises in you? Who do you need to look good for and what story does it tell about you? Or why don’t you care?]

Ministry of Self Reliance

Seriously, is this woman really an aspiring writer?! @2010 T. Jorgensen

All of us misunderstand and are misunderstood. If not by others, so help me God, by our selves. We don’t have to be geniuses to be and do that. Take this prompt for example; Trust30 says 30 days of writing, so yesterday was a closure for those of us that had reached challenge 30. We said our goodbyes and complimented each other for having ‘hung in there’ and some felt, as yours truly, exhilarated to have started to see them selves as a writer prospect.

This morning I stretched out in my bed with a fantastic image of myself. “Goddamn, I feel good about myself. I had actually done it; I wrote for 30 days in a row and enjoyed every bit of it. I got out of bed, had breakfast, and started to write about my next post, which was a sort of answer to a comment I got on one of my posts. I wrote and I wrote and then I felt the urge to see what the Ralph Waldo Emerson site said about the project.

What? Another prompt?” What can I tell you, I felt stupid (Don’t I know how to count?!), then a bit annoyed (don’t THEY know how to count?!) and then rebellious (nope, I am NOT going to write about this!) and then rather entertained (Is this The Domino Project’s way to let us know that they are great and so are we, because we misunderstood?) Don’t know and frankly don’t care that much either, I am in a writing spree, so shoot, “Let’s write!” I feel very self-reliant while I write this. 🙂

Take a picture?!” Well, my self-image is VERY differentiated, it depends on what mood I’m in: goofy / funky / ugly / sexy / totally undesirable / beautiful / tall / short / fat / thin / funny / boring / intelligent / stupid / young / old / all / nothing / alien / human… I wouldn’t know where to begin. I have no trouble to look silly, be silly, act silly, talk silly and even walk silly, if I am in the mood. Life is too short to not have fun, as they say. True, but sometimes we aren’t able to play. As I’ve written before, my dark night of the soul is no fun or silly. But just for today, let’s seriously play! I will walk sillier, talk sillier, and look sillier so I can embrace the freedom of being capable to laugh at my self and others, not to humiliate or be humiliated but just to acknowledge I AM what I AM. So what if I am misunderstood or misunderstand?! I feel alive and it’s been a long time coming! In’Lakesh and let the fun begin!

Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood. – Ralph Waldo Emerson



The challenge of Day 13, by Ashley Ambirge: [Think of a time when you didn’t think you were capable of doing something, but then surprised yourself.  How will you surprise yourself this week?]

I can’t think of a situation I didn’t think I was capable of doing something and then surprised myself. To some of my friends I can suddenly do unexpected stuff, like stop to talk to the alcoholic bum on the street or telling a neighbour that he has to stop invite the children, without the parents consent, to his home unless he wants to have a visit from the police or telling the bus driver she is amazing the way she speaks to the passengers or telling another bus driver that she has a very bad attitude or start a huge computer game production company or a performing dance group or walking alone into South Bronx with a camera in my hands back in the 80’s having no clue that it’s supposed to be dangerous.

It’s not out of my character; it’s more that some of my friends wouldn’t necessarily do that. But my friends are not surprised anymore I suddenly do unexpected things. And that’s fine. Sure, I have had many times in my life that I didn’t think I could make it and then – voila! – I did it. But to be surprised by that? No, it was more of a relief or a ‘yay’ moment; I made it!

So what do I do that is surprising to meNo clue, so I had to ask my boyfriend and he told me something that, well, yes…surprised me!

Me:     It seems I never surprise myself?

Toby:  But you just were. Surprised I mean.

Me:     What do you mean?

Toby:  You just read a comment on one of your #Trust30 posts and you said: I am so touched by all the comments I get. I can’t imagine that I can reach out to people in that way. That I have something to say that people find important”. It seems impossible for you to grasp that you touch hearts, that what you say has some significance and that people can relate to that.

Me:     Yeah, but…I just talk or tell stories. I don’t know…

Toby:  Exactly. You don’t know. You get surprised every single time. You move people. And you have always done that.

Me:      But it’s just me being myself. I just talk.

Toby:   See. You don’t get it even if we talk about it specifically. I see this daily. You are not aware of that trait in you. You have a knack for leaving people in a better shape than they arrived and that is a blind spot to you. You get surprised every time I say it to you.

I listened to my boyfriend and reflected upon what he said. In these cases I do surprise myself. Every time. It’s not false modesty. I don’t think I am capable of touching people deeply through my storytelling or talking. I listen to people and I talk to people and I tell stories to people and now I write. Maybe it seems like a small thing, since surprise is about the unexpectedness, strangeness and unusualness. But it is a biggie to me. I realise that now.

So I sat there in front of my boyfriend and was exactly that – surprised – totally, unexpectedly, strangely and unusually surprised. Just as he said I always am.

It seems obvious to say that I will continue to surprise myself, this week and the next and so on. As long as I interact with people and do what I do, I will be gratefully surprised when I get to hear that I have shared something that touched hearts.

And while I have you here…thank you all for posting your comments and bringing awareness to myself. Quelle surprise!

”A story to me means a plot where there is some surprise. Because that is how life is – full of surprises.”  – Isaac Bashevis Singer 


The challenge of Day 2, by Liz Danzico: [If ‘the voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tracks,’ then it is more genuine to be present today than to recount yesterdays. How would you describe today using only one sentence?]

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