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↳ Jaime Lyn Beatty
(I posted this in Glow* & Tell, but wanted to share here too :))
I loved this post on the Thought Catalogue but I think that some of them, I didn’t feel personally connected to… I feel like we all have these little moments or activities in our lives that are “underrated” but are in fact some of the BEST moments in life.
Here are a few I thought of:
1. Walking home from class at night with snow softly falling and catching in the street lights
2. Early mornings or late nights, where you are alseep, but you can still hear someone else in your house/apartment who is awake and trying to be quiet for you
3. Listening to great tunes while in a moving vehicle (megabus/car) and pretending you’re in a movie
4. Playing that one song over and over, and it never losing its feeling
5. Spending my lunch hour in the springtime in the park sitting in the grass and basking in the sun
6. Going for a run in the city
7. Going for a run by the lake
8. Putting a blanket over your shoulders to stay warm, instead of on your lap
9. Looking out onto a pitch black body of water and hearing the waves on the shore
10. Chipotle Chips & Guac.
What are your “underrated activities” that are precious to you??
“You can’t be what you can’t see, so it’s time for women everywhere to get up and glow*.”
I’ve been thinking about it lately- about this whole life thing, and the point, and art specifically. I mean, what’s the point of music and movies and books when they’re dropping bombs overseas and the neighbors are getting a divorce and your cousin has cancer?
But the minute that thought came into my head I thought about how when I find a song or album I love, it overtakes my life for a few days. It puts a filter on everything I think or do, how I can’t wait to get back to it, can’t wait for an excuse to turn it on. And Colin Firth has this great quote where he talks about how when he’s reading a great book it’s magnetic and big; how it shades everything he does and sees, and just wholly absorbs his thoughts and movements through the world while he’s reading. And you know when you have images or scenes from a movie stuck in your head for days, months, years even? Or how about TV shows that you go to because you know they will take you to the emotional place you need to go to that life, for some strange reason, wont?
So what is the blur between reality and fiction, then? Why is art less? Maybe it’s more. Or maybe we need it… need it more than we are willing to admit. Because maybe life is too big, too hard, too much. Art though… maybe it is a manageable version of life. Maybe we have to view life through art’s lense first because we can only take things in bite-sizes. And Art is the first bite.
Lately I’ve felt this grand return to myself happening, though it has come on the back of donkey instead of riding high in a chariot. I feel like I’m bending down into the sand and dirt to pick up all the scattered little broken sea-glass pieces of myself, fitting them imperfectly together to make a perfect mosaic heart. And I’ve felt how music, movies, art and the likes are like spirit-guides aiding the process.
This is the New Year. And I think I’m almost Home.