Wake up and paint: How to counteract​ that “blah” feeling


Deep breathes

Take a moment, a minute, a second -even, to realize what surrounds you. Take it all in, breathe and be thankful; there is always something to be thankful for, it’s important to find that something and hold on to it.

Inhale and change your thoughts.

Today I am blessed to be sitting at a small round, light-almost-white table, on a balcony of the 14th floor. This balcony faces an openness of city and beach. To my right the beautiful shades of aqua-green to dark-blue of the Atlantic, to my left the lucky houses with an inlet as their backyards. Most have small boats sitting at their back-door docks. The wind is rather chilly on this beautiful March afternoon. The brick-like-red of the streets matches perfectly most of the roofs of the city. The crisp-cool wind caresses the leaves of the trees and the surface of the water, as it breezes over Miami.

I feel at peace. Not because I have accomplished everything I want to accomplish, nor because I have reached my mental, spiritual and fitness goals. Though I am definitely closer than I was before, it truly turns out to be an “every day” thing. Truth be told I am a IMG_0718freelance writer with scattered clients. I have a hefty student loan to repay, tons of laundry to wash, a mouth to feed, other than my own (I consider my dog-child as a dependent). I have many books to write -cringe. I know the pile keeps increasing. – places to see, cultures to explore, foods to eat; an eating disorder to constantly challenge. A whole life to live and experience. Oh, and this breathtaking view is not actually my view, I do not reside in this Miami Beach apartment.

 So, I take deep breaths and feel blessed; regardless. Today I am here, I am well, I am strong, I am happy. When you have a hard time finding something to be grateful for -when life is not being as peachy as you’d hope – go for the little things. The ones that let you breathe, the ones that make you smile or laugh.  

Even though I have not fully figured out how to be a functioning adult; despite being thirty years old -by “functioning” I mean one that fits perfectly within society -, I am at peace, I am happy. Thirty, in all honesty, has not turned out to be as bad as many made it seemed to be. Once you admit you don’t actually know shit, and the shit you were supposed to know by now is just starting to make sense, you realize that being thirty means that you’re just starting to truly experience life (bills, loans, figuring out where to

Or maybe you just accept your weirdness

live, how you fit in the professional world and all). It’s the second go at being an adult, with a little more experience -check the ego, it’s just a bit more of experience, compared to your 20’s -, and a more aware sense of self; this does not exempt us from making mistakes. You also realize that the word “mistake” is just a label for acquiring experience through
things not going the way you had expected them to go. It becomes a matter of re-adjusting your perception of life. You tune into the frequency you want to vibe in, and you work to stay there. Turns out being happy is a daily choice, and it’s up to us to find what feeds our soul, our happiness, our peace of mind. In other words, you’re just a somewhat less goofy adult.

Take a deep breath, and laugh at yourself every now and then, it’s good for your soul.

Yes, perhaps others have reached this “so we’re all just figuring things out” point of their lives a bit sooner. But regardless of when you reach this point, there is some sort of relief knowing that it’s ok to not have things figured out and still be blissfully happy.

IMG_0408Life, or rather the socially constructed ideal of what life should be: going to school, getting a job, getting a house, having a family and spend, spend, spend, is a rigid mold and it’s not necessarily the only way to live. That mold is far too rigid for the misfits of the world, for those of us who don’t have defined edges, but rather we edge on everything. Life, as I’m finding out, is a beautiful feast of experiences, a collage of ups and downs. It’s the canvas on which we use every color, even the dark ones, and we paint our story as we please.

Take a moment, a minute, a second even, and go paint outside the lines

Sadly, this rigid mold inhibits many to see the canvas as a colorful possibility. Society’s mold has turned the canvas into a template with pre-determined shapes and rigid lines. You cannot paint over the lines. You only use dull limited colors. Sleeping and disconnected, gawking at shiny screens. The canvas loses meaning, it becomes repetitive. Sleep and wake up just to repaint the same pattern all over again. Most colors are put away; forgotten.

Don’t follow the lines, choose all the colors. The bright ones, the fuzzy ones, the outrageous ones, the conservative ones, the dull ones. Create with all of them, enjoy them every second of every day.

Dare to share your palette with that special someone, that soul with whom you find a cosmic connection. The one that makes your colors splatter in different patterns, blending, creating, living. Enjoy it all.

Every now and then step back, breathe, smile, and appreciate the colors, even the dark ones. Your colors hold the story of the person you are today. Love them, love yourself.


I shattered my mold, now I am peacefully blissful because I live on the outskirts of society, I paint with all the colors, I follow no line. Now I share them with a timeless soul, his colors intertwine with mine, together, well, they dance outside the lines.

Alcuni pensieri

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An incurable passion for writing; a poet and storyteller​ at heart. I am a writer on the road.

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