I've had zero time for writing which has made me both sad and anxious.
One month ago, I launched a new business as a merchandiser with chloe+isabel, a high-end jewelry company out of Tribeca, New York and I couldn't be happier. I've been busy acquainting my friends, family, and previous Lia Sophia clientele with my new jewelry line and it's been exhilarating, rejuvenating and exhausting all in the same breath.
Simultaneously, my marathon training has been going to hell in a hand basket. For the most part, I've been maintaining my mid-week runs, but finding time to sneak in 12+ miles for long runs on Saturdays has proved insane the last two weeks.
And when I don't run and I don't write and my period is getting ready to make a visit, I'm truly a hot mess. A ball of shitty, irritable, bitchy, irrational, stay the fuck away from me mess.
Luckily, my mother-in-law is in town and making everything better. This morning, we're headed into Claire's preschool classroom to read a much beloved story to her classmates..."Harold and the Purple Crayon" by Crocket Johnson. Have you read it? Oh man, you have to, if you haven't.
Essentially, Harold takes his purple crayon and draws the world around him...inclusive of dragons, airplanes, skyscrapers, boats, you name it...until he draws the covers, snuggles into bed and dreams for the evening.
The 1955 classic book got me thinking...this is what we should all be doing...drawing the world around us until it comes.
We get so busy that we forget to dream or we purposely don't because it's too painful if it doesn't come true...but really, why not? Why not create the world that we want around us with an imaginary crayon until it comes or until it doesn't? And if it doesn't come to fruition, it's okay, because for a brief moment, we had it, in our minds. We lived out the vision in our own time and space and it was beautiful...completely unencumbered by the practical, rather built out of what we believe when no one's telling us not to...and whether you use a purple, orange or glitter marker, paint brush, pencil or camera of images...the world becomes yours, as it should be.
I'm going to weather through the busyness of the days to come by lacing up running shoes, meeting my friends for coffee sharing sparklies, singing "Annie" with my daughters and preparing for my son to turn double digits (how did that happen), and drawing with words my world...the one where dragons come and friends meet in Paris and novels are written in Tuscany and little black dresses get worn and champagne gets drank and money grows on trees and smiles abound.