This is an actual ghost story. It may not be creepy or scare you or keep you up at night, but it's a ghost story. It's honest, and it's, believe it or not, uplifting.
In the summer of 2006, I became obsessed, I mean, uh, *highly interested* learning about a property once known as The Enchanted Forest, an amusement park meant for families with very young kids. Opening in 1955, it was a fairy tale themed park, with many nursery rhymes "brought to life" and small rides that families could enjoy together.
It’s that time of year folks. Winter is (technically) over, the air isn’t quite as frosty, and the sun stays in the sky just long enough that you can enjoy it setting directly in front of your face for the long drive home. And Cherry Blossoms. Yes. You read that right. Cherry Blossoms. FLOWERS!!! Alive things! Things that are blooming outside, as if life has started to return to the nation's capital!
"Mate crime" is a term I had never heard before I started becoming more aware about Autism Spectrum Disorder. According to a quick Google search, mate crime is defined as the exploitation, abuse or theft from any vulnerable person by those they consider to be their friends.
One of my biggest struggles as an American twentysomething was trying to convince my elders that my generation is struggling to be as good as them. They simply don't understand why I can't just graduate from high school, walk into any big building downtown, and walk out with a $70k job with benefits. Instead, I had to "struggle" and work for "pennies" while I created a "reputation." The words I kept hearing over and over again were "he just doesn't have his heart in growing up." Excuse me, wait, what? What exactly is that supposed to mean? Is this some sort of comment that I'm lazy? Unmotivated? Or does my elder generation just flat out not get it?
I wrote the first entry one month before I turned 30, and wrote my last entry on my 30th birthday. I screwed up the numbers a lot and made tons of typos, so here's the complete, cleaned up list for your enjoyment/education.
One of the biggest blessings/curses that we have as humans is the ability to reminisce about times in our lives when things were simpler. It's amazing to remember how fun the good times were, but also a curse that it's in the past and can no longer be relived.
Forget the War on Christmas. There is a War on Liberal Arts Majors.
What's the difference between your friends and your customers? Should they be the same person? Or Not?
I've had a problem lately. I want to create too much. And none of it helpful. I want to write new music, new books, new blogs, everything, I want to create it all! But have I gone too far?
I spend a lot of time alone with my thoughts these days, and to keep those thoughts positive, I brainstorm. But I've been doing this so much that I think I've run out of ideas. Realistically, I know it's not a bad thing. But there's a part of me that cannot accept this. I finished my most recent song three months ago. But there hasn't been time for it since I want to write another novel! And how on earth can I maintain two twitter accounts?
As of right now, I'm sitting here wondering what my next blog post will be about. Or will I jump into my second novel? Or write song #41? I'm torn between what's next, and as a result, nothing is happening. Meanwhile, what I really want to is to be able to create things like new inventions, ways to improve the economy, even ways to make money and start new businesses and create things people really need. But I can't. I write songs. And novels.
Do other creative minded people go through spells like this? I'm pretty much ready to call this whole thing an addiction to creating new things.