“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think if only you try!” Dr. Seuss

Today’s topic, ladies and gentlemen, is creativity. I am currently reading a terrific book about this subject, so of course it is on my mind daily.

I had always thought of the word solely as it applies to the artistic world, but while (also currently) reading a biography of Einstein, I’ve expanded my view. Here’s a broader definition that is more Einstein-y:

Creativity is tendency to generate or recognize ideas, alternatives, or possibilities that may be useful in solving problems, communicating with others, and entertaining ourselves and others.

Einstein certainly was able to look at the world freshly, seeing possible realities other great thinkers could not comprehend.

And there are myriad creation stories explaining beginnings; Hawaiians have the epic Kumulipo. In fact, doesn’t every tribe or group or culture or even club have one? “This is how we started . . .”

On a much simpler scale, we can arrange pre-existing objects to create something brand new every day.

But I’ve also come to think of creativity as what’s happening around us and inside of us every second of every day without our effort or knowledge: change. Each moment is brand new, emerging, blossoming. Things have never come together in the exact same way as they are now . . . and now . . . and now, and they never will again. In fact, all we actually have is this moment . . . But I can’t swerve there right now: I’ll stick with just creativity tonight.

I certainly know that when I am in the process of creating, as in writing – or rather as in allowing a story to be written – I feel extremely good and excited and vibrant. My body even trembles when I’m way deep into things. Even when I merely cook or bake or garden, which I think of as simple forms of creatively, I get jazzed; I feel authentic. It’s quite powerful. And watching a live dance or music performance or theater production of other people’s creative expressions, well, it’s wonderful. Joyful. And deep: there are some pieces of music that cause me to weep each time I hear them.

What a pleasant way to spend an evening: hashing out an idea. Not momentous like Einstein’s “thought experiments” but exploring ideas and concepts is pleasurable all the same. I start somewhere and it leads here and there, the threads of connectivity snaking everywhere. Cool.

One last fun detail about creativity: I get to live in a place that is daily, obviously, and vigorously creating itself – the amazing Island of Hawaii!

Today’s takeaway: today while I sat in my car in the library parking lot finishing a smoothie I had just purchased, a car pulled in next to mine, and I saw that the driver was drinking a smoothie from the same shop, and I blurted out, “Hey!” The man startled, but when he saw that I was toasting him with my similar smoothie cup, he laughed, and then began to tell me how much he liked that store over all the other smoothie places he regularly visits as he works around the island. He said it was the best smoothie shop for so many reasons, emphasizing how much he enjoyed going there. Then, ridiculously, I said “Yeah, but the parking lot is a nightmare.” Then a moment later, I continued, “I can’t believe I just said such a negative thing when you were saying such positive things.” He laughed again and immediately replied, “If you’re talking to strangers, you’re doing the right thing.” What a nice guy, and I bet he’s right. If we always talked to strangers, maybe we’d blur all the us/them lines.

Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: When and where were you happiest?

Looking for an “est” of anything does not sit well with me: it feels so limiting. I’d rather have quantity than quality! But I can clearly remember one extremely happy moment decades ago when I received a congratulations letter for a prestigious scholarship that included a travel grant. After reading the first line, I clutched the letter to my heart and shouted, “I’m going to Paris!” Man o man, it still feels awesome!

The meaning of . . .

As I mentioned yesterday, I sometimes discover that I’ve used words or terms incorrectly (contender for worst misuse ever: “for all intensive purposes” instead of “for all intents and purposes”, but that was a long, long time ago, I promise!). And since I’m undertaking this blog at least partially as a look into real and permanent happiness, I thought maybe it would be wise to define it before suffering from more foot-in-mouth disease. I think I am pretty comfortable defining some of happiness’ antonyms, that’s for sure, as that job I recently quit was making me “miserable,” not misery as in the aftermath of a natural disaster, but misery as in “great mental or emotional distress; extreme unhappiness” or “a period of despondency or gloom.” So, the flip side of happiness I feel kind of familiar with.

So, now, happiness. Here’s a start:
Happiness is a mental or emotional state of well-being defined by positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy.

Quite honestly, these days my life is extremely pleasing, positive, and full of good hope, kind of like a happy ending to a scary fairy tale! So, that’s good. I’m in sync with at least one definition re: the contentment factor. But I wonder: is this “real” happiness, or just a cessation of misery? The following is a reason I wonder.

Because of my miserable state, I was beginning to, well, really hate the entire human race, even though it was merely the small group of people I had to spend time near who were stressing me out. And now, after, what?, six or seven weeks of not going out into the world daily, I’m starting to feel an honest kinship with my fellow human beings. That’s kind of a quick turnaround, and I don’t usually trust quick turnarounds.  Is it only because I’m spending so much time away from people that I’m starting to like them?! Ha! No, I think these compassionate feelings come from something else, something deeper, not the least that all that time and effort I was spending angry and frustrated I’m now directing towards better, introspective thinking. Yahoo! It’s not just a cessation of suffering!  It’s the real deal.

Anyway, as the blog primarily exists in the pursuit of understanding happiness and how to have more of it – in tandem with making sure I am correctly and precisely using “words, words, words,” – I’m going to put serious effort in to getting to the root meanings of concepts. Future posts will look closely at creatively and health, cuz, you know, I want to get this life right. Also, there’ll be some deep diving into the concepts of simplicity, and peace, and freedom, and dare I try?, love.

Yeah, no. Not gonna tackle the last one. Someone else can. Oh no, wait, songwriters and poets have pretty much taken care of that! Definitely feel the pressure is off.

Take care, everyone.

Today’s note to self: be careful whom I spend my time with – some people make me hate everybody!

Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: What is your greatest regret?

Not having had better parenting skills.

I read and I learn and I feel much gratitude

I read The Economist, which usually makes me so sad, as much of its international reporting is about atrocious and cruel people, including recent stories about the murder of journalists and bloggers. I am so lucky to live where I live.

I’m also reading a biography of Albert Einstein. This is the first time I have ever thought of him as a human being! He was always mythical to me, I suppose, as I’m surprised to learn he had girlfriend problems, couldn’t find work early on, and felt unappreciated. He was a guy, albeit a guy with an amazing brain, but he was just one of us after all, and his life’s trajectory, and that of all humankind, could have been altered ten millions of ways had he turned a different corner somewhere.

One more cool thing about starting a blog: I’m learning correct meanings of words and terms I’ve used incorrectly all my life. That’s worth the price of admission!

Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: What do you most dislike about your appearance?

That I often glance in the mirror and I’m not smiling.


When I decided to leave my job, I had all these ideas about how my life would be and go, and some of those ideas turned out as I expected, but not many, and not precisely as I expected, but I suppose that’s to be expected? Our imaginings and reality are nearly always (always?) quite different, n’est-ce pas? Some things turned out way better than I ever could have hoped, and then there have been all the surprises. A better-than-hoped-for example is that I did not expect so much happiness and contentment so soon, so yea for that. Fortunately, the surprises are mainly mundane concerns – no existential angst, or anything like that, thank goodness. Just normal everyday stuff I hadn’t considered. For instance, I now know how much I was addicted to and lucky to have the fine internet access I had at work. My home is in a rural area, with no decent internet available, so today I spent three hours at the public library downtown with all my devices spread about me, catching data and getting powered up. I admit, this may not seem like that big a deal, but not being able to look up or download something easily, instantly, has really altered my day-to-day processing of life! Additionally, I imagined I’d be saving all kinds of money not driving to work everyday; what I didn’t consider was that my electric bill would soar since I’m home turning things on constantly. Another thing that’s tripping me out is how little spare time I have! I’d envisioned lots of down/quiet time, but, ah, yeah, nope, that is not the case! Each day’s to-do list is so long that even my iPad calendar comments on it: “Tomorrow’s a really busy day. You’ve got 27 things scheduled!” Part of the busyness to be sure is because I’ve added several daily tasks, like writing Daily Pages (lots more on that later!) and sticking with my meditation practice, and those take chunks of time (and morning time at that, morning time having always been my most productive time). I’m also cooking up a storm, finishing long wished-for projects and learning new things (WordPress!), along with a daily exercise regimen (ah, lots more on that later too!). So, sounds dumb and duh, I know, but just in case you are as un-thorough as I was, take it from me and be prepared for everyday surprises should you too decide to overhaul your life.

Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

“In reality . . .”

Yo, world!

Today is Monday, May 11, 2015, the first day of my blogging life, and 41 days since my freedom from an unloved job of 21 years. Right after I gave notice, I heard a song for the first time that perfectly described how I was feeling:

“It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good.”

Yes!  That’s me!  From now on and for the rest of my days, I will try to live all I can (it’s a mistake not to, to paraphrase Henry James – thanks, Martin). And, yeah, baby, I gotta say, I am feeling good!  I am feeling happy for the first time in way too long, so long I’d forgotten what happiness felt like. So, this blog is going to be about the how of finding happiness for me, and maybe inspiring others to find happiness for themselves.

My two main efforts so far are:

1. Polishing up my creativity.

2. Getting back into a regular dance practice.

Let’s see how I do!

Live all you can. It's a mistake not to.

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