Crafting Yourself

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

When I worked in sales, the expression “Fake It Until You Make It” became popular in our meetings. It was not meant to be dishonest or ingenuine but encouraged believing yourself capable and successful, even before you reached your goals.

Laying aside doubt and fear to be your better self is a worthy preoccupation. Confidence predicates the success a person can achieve. No one but you knows you are falling apart if you portray yourself as being capable and engaged.

The more practiced an attitude, the faster it becomes a characteristic of personality. Such integration is an excellent tool for mending what ails the self.

Creatives often have issues with assertiveness and self-esteem. At times deep depression dogs many who endeavor in the arts and literature. Stepping into a purposefully created articulate and grounded persona may help usher one into a zone where assurance and competence are more effortless in interactions.

Success and living comfortably are within everyone’s providence. Assuming and projecting a balanced, friendly, knowledgeable self is vital. It is a lifelong challenge to be your own cheerleader. You have nothing but negativity and failure to lose and a rewarding life to gain. We create consistently, and we owe ourselves the effort to make who we are a masterpiece.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Is there something you would like to do better or change about yourself? Consider how you might do this and create a plan with guidance from your imagination.

Thankfulness:
I can get a handle on my upset when I am alone.
Patterns are fun.
Love is available.
Hurt does not last forever.
Creation is a portion of life.

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May you find your happy place within the space you occupy and who you are.

Time’s Migration

The furrows inscribed
Upon a person’s brow, tell
Life stories somehow,
Mention of the romantic
Days, or loving gone astray.
Beauty, it may not
Seem, but experience gleaned
Spends like precious coin
When shared with those who follow
Trying to avoid sorrow.
We would not grow old,
Having minds and strength slip past,
Leaving us each day,
A little frail, gaunt, less bright,
As fading wildflowers tend.
However, it is
A gift seeing this time, fine,
Victory, we stayed
For the path was riddled
With mines set to hinder ways.
The lines resonate
Each one proclaims a weight, debt,
Bow to circumstance,
Paid in hours spent, smiles, tears wept,
Joy retained, love created.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt
Though we are more than numbers piling up, sometimes it is apt to reflect upon life seasons. Create something that tells the tale of days spent in verse, prose, drawing, painting, sculpture – whatever fits your gifted fancy.

Today I Am Thankful
Alex and I went to Dairy Queen.
Alex found Maui when he was lost.
My muse took me out to see the view.
I reminded Alex to get hand-trucks.
I use Moleskine notebooks and pleasurable pens.

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Weary Wear

Understanding is
Difficult when all you feel
Is magnified pain;
Welcome to the fierce party
Where the fight is to be real, heal.
Put it all away
The problem and scalding tears
No illustration
Is necessary because
Everyone has scrabbled in
The concoction made
When one forgets to close those
Cabinet doors written of
In proper legend,
The lore of continued
Battles in ongoing war.
No one becomes the victor,
Only adept at disguise.
Screams of despair
Rise, rise into pallid skies
Pain never fades, stops,
But does not lie; it destroys
Equally all of the time.

Prompt: Create something quickly, which seems you took considerable time. Try to engage all your creativity in limited moments.

Gratitude Today
I was up to see Alex off.
I finished up the magazine pages with the others.
I took a nap.
Alex made it to Jacksonville safely.
I think I will complete this post in time.

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Errant Lines

It may change nothing
When I tell you, “I Love You,”
But my heart bleeds true.


When death takes someone
And shackles a living heart
To lingering loss
It is, and over-felt, cost,
Touching the ones left alive.


I am the swift ghost
Too quick for you to see past
The things you condone.


Why is it I want
The things I cannot obtain?
Life remains worthwhile.


You gave me passion,
A desire to chase after,
Love left unobtained.


You always turn up,
A memory I still keep,
Troubling my sleep.


Is the gift given
Something positively real,
Or something I feel.


My dear, I do give…
I wish I could somehow show
You all your meaning.


Whatever we did matters;
It taught us to create love
Everywhere, every way, now.


It is no cheap thing,
But an increasing need
In the real world: LOVE!


Sad songs, puppy dogs, and pictures,
To recall when you could not go on.
Yet here you are, and the memories
Are why you have the moment which
Provides all the happiness you never
Believed would be yours this time.


It is, forever shall it be, despite me.
I am a minnow in a vast lake
With no way to understand
Everything outside of me.
So many things try to swallow me.
Life is brief; love is never free.
My heart is a difficulty,
It encompasses everyone with me.


Hitch a ride over
Mountains, hang an anchor on
A star; be, you are.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Today’s Prompt: Attempt some brief stream of consciousness works. Try to capture a feeling, encouragement, inspiration, or statement of the world as you see it.

Gratitude Today
Alex and I had lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings.
We hiked the trails at SCSP.
I took photos I like with my friendly little camera.
I wrote most of the above shorts in the middle of the morning/night.
I wore my “Be Your Own Muse” sweatshirt, which is one of my favorites.

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