Okay, got that over with. It’s just so timely and too good not to showcase right at the beginning. Clearly, the priorities of this post are way in check.
But to be perfectly honest, Miss Rhode Island was absolutely correct in her answer—April 25th was the perfect date today. Not too hot, not too cold.
And I did wear a light jacket.
Everything about April 25th was exactly how Miss Rhode Island promised, which of course made it the perfect day to venture into the outside world and go to Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts.
I love museums—like a bookstore, you can just wander around the stacks for hours on end, and feel content to appreciate the atmosphere and everything that catches your eye. My feet and hip were KILLING me by the end of all the walking, which further proves I’m one step closer to being a senior citizen on the inside and out. Regardless, as someone who finds inspiration in all sorts of art and visual means, the pain for me was so worth the total creative boost I received by the end of it. I mean, just look at all the pretty:
All of the flowers and dark, tropical coolness (that Tropical Mythologies section with the chandeliers/palm tree wonders was amazing) was exactly the sort of aesthetic poke I needed to get me all happy and eager to go back over my pirate fantasy for the 393927th time. While I do love me some Pinterest to fill up my storyboards all day err day (not even kidding), there’s just nothing like going to the museum to see these works in person and bask in the creative energies swirling from exhibit to exhibit. And when you find something that reminds you of your writing (and let’s be real, this happens EVERYWHERE), it’s amazing how exciting it is (and hilarious when you freak out and nobody around you knows why) and how excited you then become to return to your story. Right now, my mind feel a lot more unclenched, which means diving back into revisions will be a smooth ride tonight and not so painful as is usual with revising. Eh. Hopefully.