In this podcast I talk about theoretical physicist Fritz Zwicky and his ability to use his imagination to think outside the box and how that type of creative use of imagination ties into humanity as a whole and how we process the chaos of life.
I had intended to spend yesterday working on my book. I’m trying to wrap up a storyline and merge in the elements for the next book. Weaving plot points around my characters in a believable manner is something I love to do, and in fact is one of the things that keeps me writing. I have an office that I share with my daughter’s art supplies. She is usually happy to paint and create while I write.
The day’s plan, however, went astray as soon as my daughter walked up to me with tears in her eyes.
“Mommy, I can’t find Heartsy.” She sobbed.
Heartsy is her latest stuffed animal cohort. She has no less than a hundred of them, but she randomly picks one out to be her favorite. This one was a white dog with blue hearts that her uncle had won in a claw machine.
And he had apparently gone MIA during the night.
To many kids stuffed animals are just toys to be played with, but to my daughter they are real living creatures, which was evident when I told her that I would help her look for him as soon as I was able to save what I was working on. Her tears grew heavy and she started heaving in great giant sobs.
“He’s alone and he’s scared and I have to find him right now.” Her voice was begging with me as she clutched my side.
“I know baby, I just need a second.” I tell her trying to calm her with one arm while simultaneously clicking on the save icon on the computer with the other.
“I’m his mommy. I have to find him. You would find me if I were missing, right?”
And with that, I was done. I closed the laptop and stood up. “Of course I would, baby. Tell me, where did you last see him?”
With that we set off on an adventure in cleaning and discovery that would last us until that evening. We found him, but along the way we found several different toys she’d thought she lost, a few pairs of socks and underwear the cat had hoarded under the chair, and the favorite toy of my 20 year old cat who had passed away a few months before.
Sometimes I’m very hard on myself for not writing and not completing my goals, but yesterday was a day of discovery that I needed on a different level. Without even meaning to we had a fun day of laughter and playing and imagination.
In the words of Ice Cube, “It was a good day.”