When I was a little girl, I loved to play pretend. At age 7 or 8, though, I came to realize that grown-ups don’t play pretend. I wasn’t sure why, except that they do Serious things, and playing pretend is not Serious. “One day,” some lame ass adult (not either of my parents) told me, “one day, you will outgrow it."
I was offended. I didn’t WANT to outgrow it. I loved playing pretend so much, I hated the idea that I would “outgrow" something I loved. So I promised myself to never stop playing pretend. I literally remember the day I promised myself that I would never stop. And I haven’t.
There is magic in this world. Sometimes, it’s there waiting for you to stumble upon, like @ and I stumbled upon this silent disco on the beach of Santa Monica. A hundred people dancing in silent unison, a white piano next to a glowing tree in the sand. A man playing the piano like nothing else in the world mattered, like he was possessed by its song. A song that connected them all, yet so quiet that no one could hear unless you really listened.
Sometimes you don’t stumble onto the magic, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. You can still create it. If you seek it, it will find you. The world is what you make of it — perception is reality — and in that way, you can create your reality more than you think. You can create your whole world.
Play pretend more often. Who knows, maybe a flipping white piano will wash up on the shore. Maybe not. What I do know is, it’s way more fun than being a lame ass adult. Being Serious is overrated... I’d rather be free. 🖤
Photo by the inimitable @. So excited he’s back in LA for a minute so we can see what new magic awaits!