pollyblog

I have this crazy notion that all really talented people are bi-polar. Here’s how it works. While manic, these creative types spend their time in a chaotic, frenzied state, producing brilliant works nothing short of genius. They have no time for sleeping, eating, and cleaning up after themselves like the rest of us mediocrity. Their time is spent purely creating. Then, after they’ve spent that round of brilliance, they sink into depression where they brood about, all the while finding inspiration for new material for even more brilliant creations to be brought forth during their next state of mania.

I am not bi-polar.

One would think this is something to celebrate. Yeah, I’m normal, and mediocre. Other times, like when I read something that expresses my thoughts, feelings and longings so completely but someone else expressed it for me, normalcy and mediocrity seem more like a curse.

So, what’s a mere mortal to do? Wait I guess. Wait for inspiration. Wait for brilliance. Wait for the next go round and see if I’m brilliant then.

 Princess Diana died 10 years ago today. I remember gasping and saying to 3-year-old Zach, “Oh, the Princess of Wales died.” To which he replied with heartfelt concern, “Did the whales love her? Are they going to miss her?”

Brilliant or mediocre, I ask ya?