My Sudden Flair For the Flights of Fantasy

So, we are discussing talent today - or the lack thereof.

I have been immersing myself more into my own fantasy flights. It just started out as fun when I found the Vimage app and tested an app on my phone. It had butterflies. I love butterflies, especially if they do what I want and are the colours and sizes I choose. This was the beginning of making magic first for just me, and then the kids, and so it grew.

Magic is in us all, creativity and your inner child is still there. Talent is overrated. I never knew I did have an inner child, to be honest. I was a little worried grown up for as long as I can remember. In pre-school dressed perfectly each day in what others would call their Sunday best.

I must admit I was never one for the Prince and Princess get married and live happily ever after. My Barbie was a career woman, and I preferred Egyptian history to happily ever after. My fantasy flight was very current life orientated, for example being an attorney. That was such a fantasy from a young age and standing up in court with the 'black and white pinstripe suit and high heels with a case so well prepared I settled before it even began.

Then I did become "the" attorney, and I kept the fantasy growing as I was busy going through all the steps, I was making my fantasy my reality. Now for the first time, I see butterflies and fairies and fun in red planets and purple dust. I am having fun with colour and with playful ideas. This new funky playful me has in my wellness journey proven that mindset matters. Mindset is your weapon to keep you going forward. It is your battle gear, you become what you set your mind to.

Happiness has always been there, now I am able to enjoy being an innocent child looking at the world with new meaning. I did not lose any part of my childhood or did not have any imagination. It was not time for my creative life of colour to be my life, my creativity was first perfecting my fantasy of my career and to shine on that level. Words did get a life of their own, and still is just as colourful to me, where most people see dead cold ink on paper.