Inspiration, Inspiration, Inspiration. PLAY!
I’m a little tired, but I’m on an inspiration high.
One of my super talented, awesome, amazing friends came to visit me for like 24-hours and it was the shot, boost everything I needed as of late.
Our time was short, but we managed to pack in some serious chats about life, our past, our mistakes, hurts and what’s ahead.
My friend is a brilliant photographer who I’ve talked about in previous blogs, who was the creative force behind the insane tee-shirt photo shoot I had in New York for my company.
She asked me if I was down for sitting for some photographs and I was.
Our travels led us to an abandoned bus sitting in the back of a parking lot of a random Dominican restaurant… all the way to an old Maryland textile Mill.
We shared a meal at one of my favorite restaurants and then she photographed me channeling Nina Simone– wearing a little black dress, head wrap and heels, burning incense instead of a cigarette and drinking my wine from a Mason Jar.
Then I threw on a wig and shiny shirt and transformed in to a rocker girl from the early 90s who seemed to be having a ball at someone’s house party.
I just felt super creative in the presence of this friend, who was kind enough to bring me a massive amount of prints from the amazing tee-shirt shoot.
In return, I supplied the wine and some sweet potato pie.
I’m always telling you folks how much I love my friends. The lift me up.
If you don’t have any friends who lift you up, who you can be absolutely silly with in one moment, and can cry with the next, inspire you to be a better person and point out when you are being an ass, you need to fire the friends who don’t do this, or put them on probation until they improve.
The people in our circle matter.
Period, point-blank. They can push us to greatness, and they can provide a safe, safe place for us to truly be ourselves.
In this world, you have to have a safe place you can go. It’s too hectic, it’s too filled with madness and ridiculous things that will induce migraines and anxiety attacks not to.
Take the time to be silly.
Please. I didn’t realize how much that reduces my stress. I was playing dress up in my own house and running around with my friend climbing on things and posing for my dear life and at one point she said, “You are not playing, you are not getting eliminated tonight!”
She broke my serious model face with that. And I said, “I sure won’t, Tyra. I sure won’t. I will not be packing my belongings! I am still in the running to be America’s Next Top Model.”
We should never be too cool, or too grown, or too sophisticated to let ourselves go and be our silly, corny, uncool selves in the presence of our dearest friends and family. It is one of life’s simple joys.
During Christmas I had so much fun playing in wrapping paper with my best friend and posting the pics on Facebook, people cheered us on. Then we took it even further and built an old school fort out of furniture, pillows and blankets!
We are 31.
It was awesome and I had so much fun. I mean, we got serious about this fort. It was hilarious. We ended up bringing joy to other people on Facebook that night, because they saw the love, they saw we didn’t take ourselves so seriously, and they saw our friendship and how we love and honor and support each other.
Please do me a favor.
Do something silly and uncool.
Start out just doing it alone, in your house and laugh at yourself.
Then add in a friend, who you trust. Do something seemingly silly together and you will feel lighter. You will feel joy.
And it will be a lasting feeling and you will have created a wonderful memory and will have opened the door to keep having those kinds of memories.
I’ve realized, the closer I am to people, the more silly I can become.
It is a form of intimacy for me, and there’s nothing wrong with it.