Don't get a big head. You are not the creator. Just a creative conduit. You are merely the medium that was chosen for God or that higher intelligence to work through you. All you need to worry about is to how to become a creative conduit more easily. Allow, allow, allow. Allow for the universe to flow through you. Just allow for the grace of the higher intelligence to flow through your fingers and your heart. Don't resist and don't censor. Let go. Breathe. Deeper. Go deeper. Don't stay at the surface. Don't be superficial about it and let go even more. Breathe even deeper. Belly breaths now. That's it. A creative conduit doesn't have it easy, but we have to keep going. Keep on at it. Letting go and relaxing into the process. A Creative Conduit Has To Relax Themselves More and More How relaxed are you right now? Take a look at your body. How tight are your shoulders? Your…
I am a creative person, and before I started doing improv as a hobby, I used to imagine that the more complicated you make something, the better it is.
Then, I was in improv class one day and the teacher said something poignant. She said that most people assume the point of improv is to make some random sassy complicated joke and make people laugh. But in fact, that is not true. The actual point of improv is to build connections between human beings through simple effective yes/no communication.
The main point of improv is to say yes to whatever your partner says. It can be as complicated as going into space on an elephant’s back. Or it can be as simple as going for a walk in nature and enjoying the surroundings.
Before I heard that, I always tried to come up with complicated routines that would make people laugh, but also create mystery, enigma, and perhaps, even confusion in people’s minds.
Now, I am going the opposite route.(more…)
When I was younger, in my teens, or twenties, I used to believe that napping is a huge waste of time. I used to look at a sign of weakness. If I couldn’t get through the long days without sleeping, then that meant that I wasn’t strong enough to live in the real world.
Even if I was exhausted because of the long hours, waking up at 5am, and going all the way till 10pm, I refused to succumb and take a rejuvenating nap in the middle of the day.
Part of it has to be because I grew up in a high-achieving, Type-A personality, perfectionism-seeking family. Which meant that if I did ever fall asleep in the middle of the day, it would result in all of these queries about my health. “Are you not feeling well? Are you alright? You are still young, you shouldn’t need to sleep in the middle of the day.” And so on.(more…)
When I was a child, I thought that I had eons to do all of the things that I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to be a writer, and that was a dream that had stuck with me forever and ever. But, I was told that it was not the most lucrative and realistic dream to have. I decided it would be more lucrative to become a doctor. So I persevered at that. As hard as I could.
But that wasn’t hard enough or good enough. Because I didn’t get in. Three times I applied, and three times, I failed. It was fine. I still had other options. I could try something else. Maybe get a business degree, and become a marketing guru. Or get into a technology company and try to work in social media. Whatever it might be. Whatever it could be, it wasn’t going to be writing, of course.
Writing wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t going to make me any money. No way, no how.
As much as I tried to avoid the truth, my soul or spirit or whatever you want to call it (I like to call it my essence) kept on prodding at me, kept on poking at me. ‘Hey, you,’ it said, over and over again, ‘you are getting distracted from your true purpose. You are supposed to be doing something else.’ (more…)
I was doing my own yoga practice the other day, as usual, by myself. I love doing a yoga practice on my own, because I can have so much more control over the moves that I choose. Tailoring my yoga practice to my body’s specific needs rather than taking a generic fits-for-all class. Which I love.
As I did my yoga poses at my own turtle-like pace, I heard someone slide open the yoga hall’s door, and ask me if I could teach her a few yoga poses as she had never done yoga. It was one of the local Thai girls who worked with me, very sweet, petite, and quiet. I said, yes, of course, and started doing the poses a bit slower than normal, to show her how to slide into each one.
She is a smart girl, so she was able to copy my moves almost exactly without a lot of guidance or coaching. I had a thought slip into my mind as I did my moves, thinking, there isn’t much difference if you look from the outside in, between me and her.
I have been doing yoga for about 8 years now, so compared to her, I’m kind of an expert. But if someone walked past the yoga hall and saw us both practicing, they would see two individuals doing exactly the same yoga moves, with similar efficacies. (more…)
If you spend any time on social media of any kind, or any online forum, you realize one thing quickly enough. There are a lot of extremely talented, creative, and mindblowingly original artists and people out there. Seriously! There are so many crazy weird ways to be creative nowadays, that it absolutely makes my mind spin and boggle.
Okay, so there are a lot of talented people out there. What does this mean for the rest of us? That’s the real question, isn’t it? That’s the main question that runs through my head. When I read someone else’s brilliant writing, that cuts my writing to pieces, I think to myself, ‘Now what?’
Now what do I do? What is the next step here? Do I sit down in my room, and cry myself to sleep, because my writing is not even close to good, when compared to so many talented writers out there? Or do I keep on writing, so that one day, maybe in the far off future, my writing will come up to par? (more…)
The professional keeps his eye on the doughnut and not on the hole. He reminds himself it’s better to be in the arena, getting stomped by the bull, than to be up in the stands or out in the parking lot. – The War Of Art, Steven Pressfield I would say for 90% of my life, I was not in the arena that I wanted to be in. In fact, I was so far away from the arena, that I would need a telescope to even see where my damn arena was. It was a dire situation to be in. Now that I am in the arena, I can safely say that there is no other place I would rather be. Even if it can a scary place at times, and I feel quite alone, and lost at all times, I am so grateful. So grateful that every single day of my life that I get to be alive, and play in…
So many people message me all the time asking me a similar question. How are you able to put yourself out there on social media and online, in so many different ways, all the time, without feeling afraid of the repercussions? It’s such a weird question for me to be asked, because this is such a recent phenomena for me. It was only 2 years ago, that I was one of those people asking this exact same question in my head.
I wanted to build an online business. I wanted an online presence, because that’s where the market is moving towards, but I was afraid to be online. Afraid to put my face and image and stuff online, because that meant that people could “find me”. Afraid to put myself out there, because that meant that people could make fun of me, and could reject me, or send me nasty messages.
So much fear inside of me. I was afraid of so many things. (more…)
I feel like I’ve been blind all of my life, and only now am I beginning to see the light. It’s a miracle. The light that I am beginning to see, is the truth of how many hundreds of hours I wasted going off to malls, online and offline, and wasting so many precious seconds on consumerism.
“Oh, I’m not going to buy anything. I’m not spending money. I’m just going to do some window shopping.” So much precious time was wasted on nothing. On buying items that I didn’t really need. Then, returning those said items, because I just didn’t have the space or the money for them. From there, going on and repeating the cycle, a hundred thousand times.
Every single day, every single week, every single month. It was all the same. My life was about shopping. It was about consumerism. The point of my life wasn’t to live, but to buy or pretend to buy or window shop or browse. All of it was the same. (more…)