Do-tiful, and other things I have forgotten to be.

Wonder & Worry

I try to write, doodle, create, & encapsulate at least once a day.  Sometimes I rap, write haikus, and take pictures of insightful things.  But most days I wonder and worry more than I do all the other things combined.  And I think you reach a whole new level of paranoia when you start worrying about how much you worry, and wondering if you wonder too much.  Whatever.

Things I have worried about in the past hour:

  • How cold my apartment is
  • Why am I always craving Sour Patch Kids
  • If it will get too dark before I go to the gym, thus making me less likely to go to the gym
  • How to deal with my {perfectly coiffed} hair once it has been exposed to sweat and cold (assuming I actually went to the gym.)
  • What does this list say about me?

Things I have wondered about in the past hour:

  • Would putting a sweater on top of a sweater be comfy (I did it anyway)
  • What if I could put a candy release in my fridge similar to the ice machine, and how long before I’m a diabetic?
  • Is it acceptable to wear a scarf and sweater to the gym?

In any case, This. Is. Craziness.  Wonder and Worry are not mutually exclusive.  And if you’re gonna do both, do both to the benefit of something.  Wonder how you can enact change; Worry if others have enough.  Then Do.  Wonder and Worry are the dimwit sidekicks to the superhero Do.  Do can leap ten building is a single bound, Worry cannot find the courage to take the crowded elevator.  Do can fly at lightning speed, Wonder daydreams at the speed of well, me typing this post.

Today let’s vow to be Do.  I’ll be back to share my miss-adventures and failures.

-Mic

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Lifelong Learning

Creativity

I am afraid I learned to really like learning a little too late.  During my formal education years, I was much more concerned with silly things like pleasing others, confusing a syllabus for a road map to success, and being physically present while spiritually absent.  These things helped me graduate college, but I was ill-equipped for post-grad life, and frankly, a lot unsure of what I truly wanted to do with my only life. Right now I don’t really have any more answers than I did the day after graduation, but I’m doing my homework on some of the new and better questions to ask myself about WHY I am doing something. Since then, my journey has taken me to some wonderful places, fascinating people, and fabulous opportunities to put this theory into practice.

My first job was at a school.  An elementary school centered around this one very simple idea: If everyone learns in her own way, why are we trying to teach everyone the same way? It’s such a painfully honest concept; I’m almost ashamed to think about how it’s rarely been considered in the past.  And since I knew nothing about having a “real” job, I decided I would abide by two simple principles in my work in the school’s marketing, enrollment, and summer programs:

  1. I would never continue doing something simply because “It’s the way its always been done.”
  2. Time and effort are never good enough excuses for not helping in any way you can. (Now, please take this in moderation, I worked a lot, but I didn’t sacrifice other meaningful parts of my life (family, friendships, and opportunities to become a better person.)

These principles allowed me to take ownership in the work I was doing, and it also allowed me to pursue work I thought was worth doing. One of the school’s goals was to help students become advocates for their educations, and to also create within them a passion and love for learning.  You see, subject matter becomes unimportant if we are both enjoying the process, and finding it purposeful.  Those two concepts are best friends actually.

Then I moved and I became jobless.  I prepared for this change in lifestyle, but I hadn’t really prepped my soul to pursue meaningful work without the attachment to a job.  Where’s the meaning now that I’m not working for anyone? For anything? For any real sense of purpose?  It’s been hard, and I’ve had to talk myself off a pessimistic cliff at least once a week for nearly three months.  I’m finally getting to a place where my identity is being defined by who I am, rather than what I do.

So, I have decided to do new things.  And I’m going to showcase them here.  For the Internet to see. Because a creative life is really based on a love for learning and the opportunities to learn more about what’s inside the creator.  I’m still following the aforementioned two principles, so bear with me.  This journey resembles more of a forty-eight state roadtrip than a jet plane to paradise.  But that’s what makes it interested and RADventurous.

So, my next post will be a presentation of my first new challenge: HAND LETTERING

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Life Maze

LIFE MAZE by DynaMicah

I am lost. I am lost in my thoughts, in my ideas, potential goals, hypothetical future plans, even current life events. I have much to be grateful for, but right now, this life maze feels different and familiar, discouraging and hopeful, liberating and inhibiting.  And it is most certainly real.

And so I have made this incredibly overwhelming decision to chronicle my radventures (radical + adventures = radventures, don’t worry, these hybrid words are fun.) Right now I am at, what feels like sixteen crossroads in my life and I’m frightened, but also opportunistic. As our friends in the Navy Seals say, Life’s about getting comfortable being uncomfortable. And I’ve got a knack for making things downright uncomfortable for myself, so once I get the comfortable plane landed, I’ve pretty much got this in the bag.

In addition, I’ve also got this hole growing inside me. It’s called fear, and I think, to keep its growth at bay, I’ve got to externalize. Which is great because I am like super awesome at being open and graceful and extroverted AND COMFORTABLE. So naturally, I turned to the Internet, where nothing bad ever happens.**

Bare with me. I am a dynaMic character, looking to share my story.

Micah

**More often than not, bad things on the Internet are a direct result of—you guessed it—fear. And fear and unkindness are buddies who like to do harm to our insides and then others. If you think your thoughts might be encoded with fear, check out this post from Momastery (my favorite blog) just to be safe. And then read her entire blog, and then her book, and then hit me up with commentary.

P.S. I made the nifty little graphic with a friendly tool called Canva.  Check. It. Out.