Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. If we follow the truth, it will bring us out safe at last. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Prompt: When did you feel most alive recently? Where were you? What did you smell? What sights and sounds did you experience? Capture that moment on paper and recall that feeling. Then, when it’s time to create something, read your own words to reclaim a sense of being to motivate you to complete a task at hand. (Author: Sam Davidson)
Where was I? Here and there. In a cloud straddled between a dream and reality. It was last month. Before the doors opened, before the crowds arrived, I stood there in the open space. Alone, I surveyed my drawing turned minimalist art gallery design. The booth appeared like a dream with its white space of emptiness mingled with colors of cultures and creativity. To think, I conceived and created it all—the booth and the cards. Shake me to wake me. I felt good.
The fresh smell of newness permeated the air. New industry. New business. New adventure. New reality. It took six months. I took a long-time vision—more of my dad’s than mine—and made it concrete. It smelled like triumph. I felt uplifted.
I tasted the sweetness of a dream come true. From concept to creation to cards, this was the taste of success. I did it. I delivered. I succeeded in creating reality out of dreams and doubts, out of fears and fortitude. Wake me out of this trance. I felt happy.
The meanderings of my imagination made it to paper and beyond. On the sixth month, I stood back, I saw, I smelled, and I touched the mesmerizing sensations felt when reverie becomes reality. I waited for something to happen, for people to arrive, for new possibilities, or simply for a pinch on the shoulder. During that quiet, solitary moment before the doors opened, straddled between here and there, I was feeling good. And that good feeling of creating new was enchanting.