Summer Stones

Most people pick days to start things on. Like to start a diet, or start reading a book, or to start saving money for a new car. Well, I picked the first day of summer to start living my life again. Somewhere, somehow, I fell into a type of creative winter.

I know now what happened. I just kind of had all of the drive, and discipline, and ambition sucked out of me by an industry that treats creativity like it is a produce instead of a resource.

With the recent suicide of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain my head, and my heart were sent spinning and I was left feeling like if they could not put the pieces of the world together then how would I?

It was painful to realize I was wearing the same emotional jackets and blankets I had been carrying around with me for years. Physical weight I wanted to lose. Physical items laying around my house I wanted to get rid of. Physical pain that I used to remind me of how cold and lonely I had felt, because shedding it off would mean I would be exposed to all the pain I had kept myself from feeling.

But I picked a day. I have ever so slowly been peeling back the layers of my winter heart. I have been working on developing my own version of minimalism. A life that focuses on the long lengths of the days. It spotlights my accomplishments like sunlight streaming through the windows. It exposes all of the dust bunnies so I can sweep them away.

I am ready to fill my pockets with warm summer stones that heat my soul, and remind me of the flame in my heart that no dark winters months can ever extinguish. #katespade #anthonybourdain #depression #thejulystudio #caseyjuly