Good morning friends, it has been a while and I have missed you.
I have been immersed in the beginnings of shaping a new and exciting part of my world: The part that lives in Baltimore, the part that is as a physical therapist. I love this new territory in my world. Each day I wake excited about the new people I will meet, the amazing insights I learn from my colleagues, and how in a very little way, I am helping my patients return to parts of their world that has gotten lost with physical injury.
However, we all know the world is a big place and for me, physical therapy is just a continent.
Today is the birthday of one of my favorite authors and whenever Mr. Kurt Vonnegut Jr comes to mind, I can’t help but find myself exploring the depths of oceans far away. He once said:
The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
~ from: A Man Without A Country
I’ve been a little lost on my new continent lately, however I’m glad to be exploring again. Trotting back down some familiar paths, doodling on cups and in my sketch book, simultaneously playing piano and kazoo, shamelessly dancing to metal records when no one (?) is watching… creating something … because I can.
Shake off those blue Mondays and create something [insert adjective here]