happiness of self

 

Have you ever done something just because you wanted to do it for yourself? No pressure, no outside influence, no person to impress but yourself. Have you ever just felt that the only person that you need to impress at the end of the day is yourself? Obviously there is a vast amount of pressure when you want to do some or other thing for yourself and this pressure doesn’t necessarily come from within, but mostly from outside, external influences.

 

I am an extremely sensitive person, you won’t ever say that when you see my badass exterior, but hey didn’t you know that looks can ultimately be deceiving. The past few years or let’s say for the past two years I made a decision to start doing things for myself. When I say doing things for myself; I mean that every decision I make is based on how it will make me feel, what the best will be for me and no longer to impress anyone screaming comments from the side-lines or voicing opinions that in the past made me doubt myself and my abilities. So many times we do things to impress or for the benefit of others, there is nothing wrong to do things to benefit others, but the moment you start doing so and no longer have a clear vision of who and what you are, as you lost yourself in the process.

 

I started writing for myself, actually I started writing to make sense of who and what Jo-dene is, who she was and who she is supposed to be. With every letter and word I write it is actually me talking to myself, about myself; what is going on in my head, heart and body and me just trying to make sense of what is happening in the present, why things happened in the past and to have a positive outlook for the future. I write to make sense of my truths, of what makes me happy, what makes me sad, I write because it makes me feel whole. So as I started my journey as a writer I sometimes wrote for other people, I started to write for the ‘Likes’, ‘Comments’ and ‘Followers’, as soon as I started doing that, I started to suffer from major writers block, I started to doubt if what I laid down on paper was good enough, if it would attract the attention that I was seeking and wanted. As I wrote for the external opinions, I started to lose the thing that made me whole. There is nothing as wonderful as people complimenting you on a well written piece, there is nothing as exciting as getting positive feedback and people wanting more, but there is nothing as disappointing  when the compliments start to dry up and the positive feedback just completely stops. But then you start to think, why you are doing this in the first place; are you doing it to get recognition from you’re your peers (and yes obviously getting recognition is absolutely amazing), are you doing it to be loved and adored, or do you do it because it literally is the only thing that makes sense no matter which way you twist and turn it and because it is the part that makes you whole.

 

As thrilling and amazing as the positive opinions and comments of others are, the actual opinion and comment that actually matter is that of your own. No matter how many times you want to do things to impress others at the end of the day, you have to be impressed with yourself and how it makes you feel. Whenever I finish writing a piece, I get this rush of adrenaline shooting through my body, an attack of butterflies in my stomach, goose bumps creeping on my skin and an uncontrollable smile radiating from a place of happiness from within. It is only when I write for myself, when I reveal truths so deeply hidden, thoughts so mingled up, fears that I want to overcome, desires that I yearn for and dreams that I am slowly attaining, it is only then when it feels right. There is just something amazing about approving oneself, about loving oneself, one’s artistry, something wonderful about doing what makes you so tremendously happy, that if it sits well in your heart and soul, then that is the only approval that you need, want and seek.

The moment you start doing things for yourself, things that makes your heart pound out of your chest as adrenaline pumps through your veins as happiness pours over every inch of your body, that is when you know you are doing the right thing, that you are on the right path. Yes accolades and recognition would be wonderful, but the same positive opinions of others can turn to negative ones tomorrow. So give yourself a round of applause, give yourself a high 5 and get high on the happy feeling that fills you up every time you do something for yourself, that makes your soul light up, your heart smile and your body and mind radiate the self-approval, self-love, self-confidence, self-acceptance and happiness of self that comes from within.

i love artists

I love falling in love with the creativeness that adorns you.

I love the light you get in your eyes when you do and complete something that excites every cell in your body.

I love the imagination that you have, the imagination that you so beautifully turn into a rhythm that gets feet tapping, lyrics that is stuck in the fabrics of the heart, and words that speak to your soul.

I love the excitement in your voice, the delight you have when you showcase and express the originality that fills your heart, your mind, your body and your eyes.

I love how you fill an empty canvas and make it full, full with feelings, full with energy, full with an expression that only you can do.

I love how you make a process come to life, how the thought turned into an idea, how the idea so magically appears like a magician waving his wand.

I love how you inspire me, to follow my passion, how your energy just flows from you to me, your creativity is contagious.

I love the way you think, the way you make me look at things in a different manner, looking at things through your perspective.

I love the way the you make me feel when I feel your energy around me, I love how you make me tap into my emotional side and experience things in a whole different way.

I love the way it comes naturally to you, it is an extension of yourself, and it comes across so effortlessly, so fluently, so easily.

I love how you motivate me, to be passionate about my passion, to live through my talent, to exhale the ability within, to crave the thrill it forms inside.

I fall in love with the artists, I fall in love with their talent, and I fall in love with their passion being the driving force behind everything. I love the fact that they don’t give up on what excites them, I love that they love what they do, I love that they are inspirational, I love that they are true to their art, true to their talent, true to what makes them happy . I fall in love with their beautiful minds, with their open hearts, with their love for life and new experiences and findings. I love how they are comfortably themselves, how they are happily themselves, how they visualise concepts and make it into reality. I love how they find inspiration in any and everything, I love how they become living art, how they make you feel something, how they provoke emotion, comment and reaction.

I am an artist and I love artists. I love what artists stand for, what they are passionate about, what they love, what they create, what they dream about, what they make me feel. I love their crazy minds, I love their flair, their fashion, and I just love how they can be perfectly themselves and be happy about it. I am an artist and I am in love with artists.