Today I got up and threw my to-do list and my nutritional conscience out of the proverbial window. It is Halloween today and I decided that my 10 year-old self would like to go for a walk. I put on a black and red costume and halloween make-up and went on a hunt for French toast.
There is something about wearing a costume that breaks down those stiff, city-person boundaries. It’s like wearing a sign that says “connect with me, I won’t be a bitch to you”. So many people said hello to me today, smiled at me, wished me a good morning or laughed with me. So I didn’t really have the option of taking myself seriously or retreating into the comfortably lonely Urbanites Anonymous.
In The Artist’s Way, Julia Cameron shares the creative gift of the ‘Artist’s Date’. This is a weekly, solo outing that you do for your inner child (and inner artist) that is pure fun, with no practical or grown-up outcome. It is a chance to make mischief and be pointless.
The Halloween machine reminded me today that on this amazingly creative quest that is art school, I also want moments of joy and freedom that are nothing to do with art (directly). What would your 10 year-old like to do today?