Us humans are social creatures. We need touch in the first few hours of life or else we literally die. We release hormones when we are with people we trust which make us love and trust them more, thanx oxytocin. We also have better health when we live in groups, or as normal people call them, families. So having said all of this, sometimes we just need to get away from our attachments. Taking this private time is also important. Wether its a few minutes in the bathroom or a solo vaca, reclaiming self is important. Well, the other day I wanted to get back to my thoughts without the clutter and jumble of too many other people. So I headed off to the Mondrian Hotel in Hollywood and just sat around the pool contemplating the many mysteries of life. I didn’t come up with a cure for cancer but I may have thought myself closer to some personal goals. Lesson, take time for you, you can get lost in the chaos.
My mom always told me, “The state of your room reflects the state of your mind.” Since this is undoubtably true, because moms are never wrong, I’m working on covering my walls in beeeutiful memories. The Andy Warhol print, of my dear Marilyn, reminds me of my first step into independence. She was hanging in my first apartment and is still with me three apartments later. The simple sketch is suppose to be of Billie Holiday but is totally unrecognizable, but my late uncle gave it to me so I love it. The two framed flowers are tulips chosen from the first bouquet my dear significant gave me, I never want to forget that day. The white framed picture of a rose was taken from my college home and was the first item I ever updated. Finally, the sun bursts were “borrowed” from my parents’ home, don’t want to forget where I came from. One lesson of design, decorate with things that bring a smile to your face.
So I’ve been gone for a bit, sorry my dear readers. Life has been CRAZY!!! I just needed to share a new old favorite, the tulip. The gentle pink and graceful curve of the tulip is transcendent, playful, and down right beautiful. I thank my amazing significant for brightening my day with these pastel pretties.
As my lives intersect, the artistic and scientific, I am astounded at how seamlessly they blend. Art and mental health have been inexorably linked sine as long as there’s been art. It appears that the Artistic Personality type leans toward particular disorders with one in particular, Bipolar disorder. The fab Ernest Hemingway was bipolar and incredibly talented. People often maintain a colloquial understanding of Bipolar as featuring mood swings and wild impulsivity. Well that’s a reductionistic view of this complex disorder. I won’t get into each symptom as there are a number of criteria for a diagnosis, but it is not uncommon among creatives.
This is my little tip of the day, accept yourself for who you are, it allows you the space to be truthful and honest thus making true change and betterment possible. Don’t just sit in mental illness, there is somewhere you can go something you can do.