Last fall, my friend Sarah asked for some advice regarding a project she was working on in a women’s business group. We got to talking and Sarah mentioned a “Vision Board,” which I immediately quizzed her on, not knowing anything about it. So like anything that peaks my interest I did some research into this motivational and goal oriented activity.
Jack Canfield explains the concept as, “Creating a vision board is probably one of the most valuable visualization tools available to you. This powerful tool serves as your image of the future – a tangible representation of where you are going. It represents your dreams, your goals, and your ideal life.” Vision boards are so big that even Oprah has her own free software available for you to assist with your own personal journey.
If using software during your creative process sounds limiting, which I totally agree with, then our good pal Wikihow can show you a more traditional process with old fashioned scissors, glue and creative discovery. This exercise proved to be more challenging than I anticipated because in order to create a vision board you need to know your goals and dreams. For the past few years I have been stuck in a rut with this aspect of my life, just treading water, not sure about what I wanted or where I wanted to go. As you can guess, this made the exercise even more difficult.
When you search for items for your board the best way to explain it is take anything that immediately makes you think “Whoa!” As I browsed online, thru magazines and my photo library, I printed random items and tossed them in a folder until I was ready for the assembly process. It wasn’t until I sat down to do the final stage of the project that I had a realization. I had chosen more quotes than actual pictures. I didn’t think much of it at the time, and put my board together, feeling quite accomplished after.
Proud of my new project I showed my friend Anthony my masterpiece and due to his Scooby Doo nature, he began to analyze my over usage of words as opposed to pictures. This in depth conversation was an eye opening experience. It made me realize the condition had been there the entire time, just I had no idea there was a term for it. I had always assumed my little quirks were just part of my visual learning style and the simple fact that I love reading. Part of this could be true, but the further we delve into the discussion the more it all came together and made sense.
A couple of years ago I discovered Twitter. It took me a while to get into it and learn, but once I got the hang of it I have been an addict ever since. Hell, I have my own account @Vampcouver and also manage @vampednetwork for the site Vamped.org which I co-administrate with Anthony.
Twitter was just something that clicked for me; I love the fact that you can get news, entertainment gossip, facts, or reviews. Basically everything is to the point and in a 140 characters or less, which to me saves time and enables me to scan and see what peeks my interest and if I want to read further just click the link an go. Also when you create a tweet it is almost like a puzzle; you need to make sure everything gets included, but ensure hash tags are used so your tweet is shared in Twitterverse. Some days squishing all this into 140 characters can be challenging. So you may be wondering if I tweet everyday? Well between both accounts on average I like to tweet about 10 times per day.
As some of you may have noticed on my website I enjoy taking photos in cemeteries and graveyards. I prefer the European ones, but living in Vancouver we don’t have much variety resembling my preference so I work with what we have locally. I enjoy the history they offer and the fact that people have been visiting a grave in some cases for centuries or longer. They provide closure for humans and supply us with a place we can feel close to a lost loved one, despite the fact they are long gone. I remember visiting a couple of churches last year in England with a small graveyards that dated back to almost 600 AD.
This blew my mind, that everything was still in tact and as it had been from hundreds of years before. I love to walk in cemeteries because they are peaceful, but also because I enjoy reading the epitaphs. I find the final quotes or words inscribed on their plaques, tombstones or monuments romantic and meaningful. This is what makes me go “Whoa!” some days. The fact that your final resting place as a person is basically represented by a short text, which is either determined by a surviving relative or yourself before you die, is amazing to me. By the way Anthony found there is another terminology applicable to me for this one, a Taphophile.
I also like to take photographs of street signs as well. Not so much in Canada because ours tend to lack character, but when I am on vacation I usually end up with an entire album full by the end. For some reason I find a photograph of street sign just as beautiful as a scenic sunset.
I write out quotes and pin them to the wall beside my desk. Sometimes I read them so many times I have them memorized, but I still enjoy just seeing them there. It is almost comforting and reminds me every so often to sit back, take a breath and read it again. My obsession with quotes actually prompted me to make a Facebook Page called “Word Fetish.” It currently only has 53 likes, but it gives me a chance to share random quotes that I find meaningful. Many quotes you can find in a picture format so my Iphone is overflowing with them. I don’t necessarily post a picture more than once, but I enjoy keeping them on hand for browsing later.
Other quirks I have are I enjoy playing scrabble and I would die without sticky notes. As a child my preferred medium of expression was sketching and painting. While other kids played sports I took pottery, painting or drawing classes. I kept this up even through college until my mid twenties, when all of the sudden my inspiration had diminished. Not to brag, but I was pretty good. No matter how hard I tried to pick it up again, it never worked out. I only started writing seriously a few years ago, and it is like my creative medium has changed and the ideas are pouring out faster than I can deal with them. For years I have felt stifled and unable to express myself. My writing skills may be lacking compared to others, after all I have an education in business and marketing, but there is always room for improvement.
Logolepsy is defined as an obsession with words; perhaps I have it or I am just categorizing myself, trying to make sense of why I do what I do. Who knows? Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something with my explosive urge to write all the time? Either way Anthony’s Scooby Doo and analytical skills helped connect the dots concerning quirks I have had for ages and whether it is Logolepsy or not writing has become a large part of my life. It is therapeutic and steering me down some new paths off the writing trail so I will just go with it and enjoy the ride!
One of my favorite quotes from Hunter S. Thompson explains my rationale, “No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.”