While I realize this post has nothing to do with design work, it applies to the concept of creating myself, so I figured it’s worth writing…

For any readers who traipse back through the records of time to find my thoughts before I had any readers, I’ve been in a funk lately.  Not just a funk, I’ve been a bit on the miserable side lately.  The love of my life has moved away and there is no guarantee that we will ever live in the same state again.  Yes, misery worthy in my opinion, but for how long?  As semi-enlightened beings we have more control over ourselves than we give us credit for.

What makes us different from other mammals?  I’d say you can boil it down to one thing: Imagination.  Each one of us is an expert at imagining.  Whether that means, picturing the eventual outcome of a situation, or trying to figure out were we lost our keys, every scenario plays out within seconds.  Of course most of us are well practiced at using this power masochistically, and spending most of our time imagining what can go wrong (or more often remembering what already did).  But there is an other side to the page. We set goals, we make plans, we imagine ourselves at our best.

Today I imagined how I wished to feel, and my feelings changed.  Tomorrow I will imagine the version of myself I wish to become.