Do you ever do that? Read something you love and instead of just enjoying it you think well, fuck, why didn't I write that? And now it's gone, taken, and you kind of have to force yourself to step back and read it again. Enjoy. The idea now part of the air?
I think I do that too much. Read and research, think, peruse. Analyze. Movement in maybe, my energy potential.
But this post was not supposed to be about that, or me. It's about this art and these words and this guy and his story: Andre Jordan, A Beautiful Revolution. I love what he has done; check it out, maybe you will, too.
Note to self: teach Zoey that the Universe does not hold a limited amount of happiness or creativity, even words, ideas. For every great success somebody else experiences does not mean there is less success for her to achieve.
Footnote to self: teach myself this lesson first.
Happy Hump Day.
Slaps and tickles,