I Miss Flow

I really want this to be a blog that is more about art. Why art? Art is probably the oldest and most consistent part of my life. More than family, religion or anything except for maybe pooping, eating, and sleeping. Though, I still remember college days when art would consume me. I would reach that transcendent state. Mazlow calls it self-actualization. Those in positive psychology would call it flow. Time seems to become nonexistent. All other needs just fall away and get ignored; sleeping, eating, even pooping just are not important.

That place, that state is almost indescribable. Its feelings of joy, freedom, possibility, and a feeling of power. Like you can solve any problem, conquer any mountain, and create anything. Quite simply it is one of the greatest feelings in the world. It’s a feeling I miss often. I think I recall it so vividly from my days as a young artist in college because the feeling was so intense and present so often.

Writing about it now, I am tempted to say I never feel that feeling now, but perhaps the feeling is more subtle or more familiar and hard to recognize.  Perhaps that will be my mission for the next couple days. Try to recognize flow even when it occurs in very small doses.