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  • Sistah Sunshine


I'm sure, if you are anything like me, or most people I know, you have at some point been daydreaming when you should have been doing something productive. Whether it be at work, school, or sitting in some conference in Ohio that the boss made you go to, there is something you would rather be doing. Heck, there are bumper stickers for your vehicle that admit, “I’d rather be skiing!” or any other sport you love. In any case, whatever your sport or hobby, you would rather be somewhere other than where you are right now.

We procrastinate our daily duties to remove ourselves mentally and physically from whatever painful situation we are presently in, with the hope of catching our breath for one brief moment. Anything to distract us from the source of today's migraine, or make the day go by quicker. What better way to do it, than to daydream of our favorite hobby, the project we will be working on, what we will be doing, and how we will execute it... if the weekend ever comes....

My question to you is, WHY? Why do we continue to do things that we don't like or don't want to do? Why do we continue to sit at a desk every day, that pains our back and legs, neck and shoulders, doing a job that is annoying, tedious, unexciting and sometimes downright painful? I don't want to hear, “because I have to pay the bills.” Why do we continue to do things we have no interest in? Why do we insist on going to the job, that makes us drink, or want to jump off a cliff? We could be doing so much more and working at something we actually ENJOY.

Ever since I was little, when left to my own devices and pile of art supplies, I would lock myself in my room with music playing and after a few hours produce... well, just about anything. My parents taught me the meaning of DIY at an early age and I would say “But I don't know how to...” My parents would give me pointers if they could, then tell me to figure it out. Needless to say, I would produce anything from a crayon colored page from a coloring book, an original charcoal drawing, painting, jewelry, pair of slippers or a whole costume. My imagination would pick a subject and media to work with and just GO. I was always told how creative I was. I didn't think I had any special talent, It's just what I did to pass my time I enjoyed it. I never felt pressure to do anything in particular, it was just for me, whatever I felt like at that moment. I did however, expect to produce a quality item. I was critical of my own technique and would redo something as many times as it took until I was satisfied with the outcome. Many projects I would look at critically even once it was done, but it was that judgement that created impressive pieces.

As I got older, I went off to college and picked a discipline to study. One which I thought I could be successful at. That was dumb. I should have followed my instinct and gone to fine art school. I would have worked with with media I had never seen or heard of before. I would have learned new techniques working with medium I had used before. Instead I took what I thought to be the "safe" route.

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