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I’ve got a room that I imagine in my head: My Council of Village Elders. These are the people I think about when I think about almost anything. They have informed my worldview. They have taught me most of what I know that matters.

Austin Kleon is making a strong case for membership over the past few months (read his blog, grab his books, find him on YouTube). As I’ve been struggling with how to survive in the current social environment, Austin has been a welcome voice reminding me that “this too shall pass” and that the way we survive is that we create, we enjoy, we roll around in art. 

And frankly, the rest of the Council of Elders only had one thing to say: “DUH! Get on it!”

I’d like to believe that I am going to be able to keep up with a pace of posting daily. That pace frightens me, because it means a lot less editing than I am comfortable with. It means that I will likely have to write about some of those things I’ve been afraid of, simply because I will be out of material if I don’t. 

This isn’t a promise that I will post daily forever. This is barely a statement of intent. Time, as always, will reveal all things. 

Stay tuned for essays on the mundane aspects of my life, as well as some bigger thoughts on bigger things that I am wrestling with. But for now, I need you to do yourself a favor. 

Turn off the news. Exit Facebook. Close down your Twitter app.

Breathe. Yes, there are absolutely monumental things happening that need your attention, but they don’t need your attention right now.

Breathe.

Remember you are a person. Remember everyone else is too. 

Open a book. Go to a museum. Visit your library. Walk outside. Get out your paints. Write an old friend. 

Connect with something that is creative. Remember that the best parts of life are all about that stuff.

I’ll meet you there.

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