throw yourself into things

throw yourself into the things which belong to you. forget all else. what truly belongs to you, and only you? the body. the breath. and all the things that happen between body and breath, between inhaling the world and exhaling it. for me, I feel this most in the act of making art — losing myself in the creation — such that time slips through me; sieves itself through me.

since I tend to be obsessive about things, I have to be careful and deliberate about redirecting obsessions — to not obsess over that which I cannot control. it’s hard to untangle an obsessive mind, so the solution is to channel the dense energy elsewhere —> into that which belongs to me, and only me. anything I can create with my hands. any world I can imagine with my mind. any place I can go with my body. any movement of my being, my breath. a way of seeing, touching, feeling, being. a method only I know.

it means that if I’m stuck in a dark room (literal or metaphorical), I must take the effort to create a whole other room — filled with nourishment, inspiration, and beautiful things — and then, to walk into it. to wrap myself in it. to lose myself in myself.