Ha ha, that title has to be the worst thing I've ever written. It reminds me of this term I came across in academia a few years ago: glocalization. It's, like, when something's, you know, global and local. Ouch on both neologisms, but we'll proceed nonetheless.
So what is imagicnation? (oh God, my eyes!) Last night I was lying in bed, not falling asleep, thinking about pretty much everything including this wild and crazy baby business that's headed our way. Suddenly, for the first time, I was able to imagine vividly what it would feel like to hold the baby, and see its face. I could picture a living, breathing being that I loved so tremendously it was dizzying, and I saw that this being would be part of the rest of my entire life. Suddenly, as if by magic, there will be this brand new little person right there in our midst.
Imagicnation
Okay, okay, I'll stop with that, even though it cracks me up. All I'm really doing is looking for a way to acknowledge that I had one of those moments that was totally minor and enormous all at once. For lack of a better description, suddenly my baby was real. Now it's back to being surreal, but I felt something change inside, nonetheless.
This was an excellent kick in the pants. I've heard of dads going crazy when their kids are born, suddenly trying to write that entire novel they've been putting off, or compose that concerto or try out for the Mets or whatever. All this miraculous advanced warning made me realize that for my creative projects its now or never (or at least not until I'm retired). I've got the time, but there's pressure.
In fact, I guess you could say it's like a seven-month prexsurcize. Ha ha. I clearly need more sleep already.
So what is imagicnation? (oh God, my eyes!) Last night I was lying in bed, not falling asleep, thinking about pretty much everything including this wild and crazy baby business that's headed our way. Suddenly, for the first time, I was able to imagine vividly what it would feel like to hold the baby, and see its face. I could picture a living, breathing being that I loved so tremendously it was dizzying, and I saw that this being would be part of the rest of my entire life. Suddenly, as if by magic, there will be this brand new little person right there in our midst.
Imagicnation
Okay, okay, I'll stop with that, even though it cracks me up. All I'm really doing is looking for a way to acknowledge that I had one of those moments that was totally minor and enormous all at once. For lack of a better description, suddenly my baby was real. Now it's back to being surreal, but I felt something change inside, nonetheless.
This was an excellent kick in the pants. I've heard of dads going crazy when their kids are born, suddenly trying to write that entire novel they've been putting off, or compose that concerto or try out for the Mets or whatever. All this miraculous advanced warning made me realize that for my creative projects its now or never (or at least not until I'm retired). I've got the time, but there's pressure.
In fact, I guess you could say it's like a seven-month prexsurcize. Ha ha. I clearly need more sleep already.
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