This weekend, I received an incredible encouragement from a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time. She said, “I like your status updates, because you say real things.”

I could have done a little dance. My brain cells were partying with my heart cells. And do you know why?

No, it’s not that someone found my writing engaging. No, it’s not even that someone likes me.

It’s about this. If the artists, poets, or musicians of our society fall prey to the idea that we have to varnish our day to day lives, market ourselves, slant everything in a positive light, and only say sweet things, art won’t matter. If we can’t share annoyance, anger, and despair in addition to love, gratitude, and wonder, then nothing we do will come within striking distance of the heart of another person.

In other words, artists have a mandate to stand in complete opposition to the advice “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”

We should probably, however, still live by Wheaton‘s Law – “Don’t be a dick.”

So, my blogging friends, that brings me to my spring manifesto. It is very simple. Remember not to white-wash my life. But try not to be a dick.

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