The Happy Kathryn Project 

Reactivity and creativity—perhaps reactivity versus responsiveness versus creativity. To create is to proact, pro-create.

Creativity says, “Whoa, there’s what I made!”  

Reactivity says, “Oh no, I can’t believe I made this horrible thing!” 

Responsiveness says, “Oh, how fun! It’s a mess, but I learned so much!”

Today we are coming into ourselves more than yesterday. Every day is a step closer to me. It’s all about me. Happy me, happy life, happy wife, happy mom, happy sister, happy friend, happy writer, and happy author. The Happy Kathryn project.

Where do I find those special places, guiding me through gilded golden garden gates to let my creativity wear braided hair?

Let me hang out on a limb with my overaged cronies dancing with our underaged she-wolf selves.

I’m hopeful as I take my first look at any inclination of my mind’s declining suppleness that the rest of me can still experiment with love. The white clouds blush, releasing a shower of affection to make all the world a radiance of what it is to “do” and “be” Kathryn.

I am flushed with my own hugs. Really?

My handwriting is terrible, even though I know my mom is still hopeful it will improve, God rest her soul. It won’t. However, it is all okay because we’re familiar with writing illegible long hand. The globe, howsoever, is hungry for a rich boarding school-sized helping of mashed sweet potato innovation fed by hand cramps and brain dumps spilling beyond the confines of the hard plastic tray.

Pinewood planks, plastered pools, potato blossom passions, pet-me petunias, pester-proof poppies, poor-man’s parables, pot-au-feu paintings, pre-pubescent porcupines, people-pleasing- popes, parking lot pans, pimply-faced piano players, painted purple popsicles. All are poised positively to populate purposeful pleasantries. 

PERFECT!

Happy Kathryn Project, indeed.