Yesterday a friend said, “I have to become ‘adult me.’ I’ll never be this way again.” I rushed to say, “You’re still you though!” If we see graduating and whatever comes after that as the end of who we are, we do ourselves a disservice. I would hate to see my life peak at 21 years old. Wouldn’t you?
When was the last time you were touched by a piece of art? While a seemingly simple question, I have found myself stumped.
This summer, keep us in mind and do your own little TUTD activity—acknowledge the bad but continue to look for the good, every week.
It’s a rather odd confession to make, but I must say I’ve reached the point in my semester where I am starting to regret that my creativity is not boundless.
“We must slow down and breathe life in through all of our senses, the way that a wonderstruck child would.”
