It Feels Good in the Sun #257

Imagine if you only had a single post-it-note to write your epic tale on. What would you choose to put on that assessment? Would you have ample space for what you have to say, or would the area become limited by the black lines covering the terms that you decided really didn’t belong there? What would happen if you had a whole pad of those sticky papers to express yourself on? Or what if you were given only a specific amount of time to do it in? When authors create a story, they start by making a brief outline of the key events and a general concept of the complex characters that will live in the account. They then develop the different features, personalities and tasks by traversing both a physical and emotional realm while also having to maintain an authentic air about each which is a demanding process. Even when a narrative turns into a series, the dispositions of the personas remain original so that our genuine bonds endure as the segments evolve. So, with each note and the novels that come together from them, the characters get better at battling and slaying mystical creatures, while still feeling the same type of arc of emotions that can be found in our lives regardless of their improved skills or tools. It’s the chance of storms that brings the richness to those life-like personas but of course an occasional it feels good in the sun moment makes those darker periods worth the fight as well as the pain. In other words, it takes time to develop those grand narratives just as it does to defeat what appears to be invincible for personas as well as us and to know ourselves well enough to be able to write without having to cross out our words. Authentic means, then, developing along a journey that often will enfold us in the most unwelcoming ways but time, regardless of the duration, is an area where even a single detail of holding on is proof of our ability to commit despite the shape we may find ourselves in or the amount of dreaded “f” moments from the yesterdays. It feels good in the sun because that is the light on a trail where fame talks loudest to us, and we need that, but we become fixed, not able to go through, if we wish only to be in that emotional place rather than using the warmth of those feelings to catch our breath as we work to extinguish the dragons that live within us and around us. After all, the phrase ‘it feels good in the sun’ isn’t a destination but just another way to say to celebrate us, to see our beauty or to hold a bouquet of blooms for a while. The better story will always be where our complex magic shows up in a chance of storms or when we are hurting in our hearts as easily as it does in the moments where tools aren’t necessary. Oh hell, it feels good in the sun, it does but if it were the only part of our narratives, a single post-it-note would have more than enough room to assess who we are and that’s about the amount of effort a flat, life-less persona takes not the physical and emotional realm of the main characters in epic tales that we actually are. Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell