We Make it…
Photo by Me.
Sorry to my readers ( all 10 of you), I’ve really neglected this blog over the past month. In past posts I’ve written about the highs and lows of my past summer trying to find the creative bug that has eluded me for the past few months. The intent of this blog is to try and inspire through my fleeting encounters with my muse, but I must say it’s difficult to inspire others when you’re not letting the muse work her magic on you.
I spent the last few months waiting for things to happen, waiting for inspiration to strike, when on this very blog I’ve said it can be found anywhere if you’re willing to look hard enough. I recently fell back into listening to The Procussions album, As Iron Sharpens Iron, and fell in love with an old favorite all over again, the track “Make It Happen.” The line is repeated throughout the song, “We make it happen.” I’d post it for a listen but I urge to seek the album out, it’s a hidden gem in the sea of indie hip hop. One iteration of the line stands out.
…Cuz’ talkin’ bout’ change/ Just won’t do a thing/ If you can’t put it into action/ We make it happen…
I’ve always loved this mantra, “Make it happen,” and somewhere in my life’s shuffle it fell into the archives. My friend Loralei has a simalar saying, “Make it count,” and I believe the two go hand in hand. Make it happen, then make it count.
My recent experiences second this thought. I have an annual camping trip with my cousins that was on the verge of not happening. Normally conversation and planning starts happening as early as April and by the end of June we had barely talked about it. No one really wanted plan it. So in an effort to keep the tradition alive, I did all I could to make it happen, and it did. A month and a half of planning, payed off
Determination made it happen. The tradition was kept alive, and we all had a fitting end to an amazing summer. We made it count.
Then a drunken conversation with my friends as my cousins and I reminisced on the weekend sparked an idea. Let’s go again, with the homies. The seven of us there even “Whoa Bundy-ed” on it (C’mon Married with Children fans).
“Let’s do it in three weeks,” we said, “We’ll spread the word and whoever wants to go can go.”
The enthusiasm petered out as the week went by, dates got changed, people couldn’t make it.
“How about this weekend?”
“Too soon.”
“Next weekend?”
“Maybe, spread the word again. We’ll see.”
The word spread, and at a point nearly 20 of us were about to go. The ball was rolling, plans were being made, people dropped out, then back in, then back out. But after all the maybes, it’s happening.
The roster is different, not all seven in the original “Whoa Bundy” pact are going, but we’ve cobbled together a camping trip. We’re making it happen, this weekend. Less than two weeks of planning is shaping up to be another awesome trip. Now, we’ve got to make it count.
I’ll never be the most patient person on this planet. I hate waiting. Somehow, I found myself waiting for things to happen. I said it nearly two months ago in another post that I would stop waiting, and yet I continued to. Why? I don’t really know. Chalk it up to the swings of the creative mind. “Typical artist,” as a friend from class has told me.
So here’s my promise to you, I’m going to make things happen. Starting with an overhaul of this blog (which I’ve been meaning to do all summer), and things don’t change then get on my case. Please.
I’m going to make it happen, and I will make it count.
