When I see Da Little One, I see a bundle of energy.

He starts slow enough. If I don’t wake him up, he gets a bit late, around 10:00 am.

But when he’s up, he’s a force of nature.

When he plays with his toys, I can hear him screaming out words in English and Korean, bashing his robots, dinosaurs, blocks, and Beyblades.

We go out to his kindergarten school, he usually likes to run to the entrance. After saying bye at the door, he reminds me that he’ll wave in one of the windows as he goes up the stairs.

Sometimes it’s two windows. I wait until he does that.

Da Missus tells me countless of stories of what Da Little One does after kindergarten. He loves running around with his friends at the playground nearby. Other times, he goes into the bushes and plays with rocks. If he has his Beyblades with him, he would compete with his friends or the older kids in elementary school.

Playing all the time is his life. And he still has the energy to do some kindergarten work, as well.

If he could, he would play into the night. If Da Missus and I aren’t careful, he can play past midnight. We sometimes let him do that on a Friday night.

Does his energy come from his youth? I would guess so, but I see it from how he enjoys playing in general.

When he takes out the blocks, He would build ships, buildings, planes, and whatnot. Those structures would float or fly into a distant land.

It could be the TV shows he watches, but he’s one of the main contestants of a major event. He’s prepared, poised, and ready to attack.

And win.

When it’s time for bed, he moans and groans.

“Do I have to go to bed already? I don’t want to!”

I must have had that much energy when I was his age.

Well, I do have my bundle of energy as well. It’s similar to how Da Little One goes about doing things.

Play and curiosity.

I remind myself that whatever I do, I should get into enjoying the process. This makes whatever the work I’m doing that much easier.

Occasionally, I wonder about this and that with the task at hand. Trying to find the answer to something makes the work more fun to do.

For example, when it comes to writing a post, I find myself asking this question, “What do I want to learn from this?”

In terms of this post, I want to learn how to enthusiastic. Where do I get the ideas to make this piece of writing interesting to me?

I pause. I think.

The process of anything creative is uncertain. When I took the time to draw today’s theme of Inktober, I wanted to draw a diving suit underwater.

The result was hardly satisfying since I wanted to draw spontaneously. But I plunged through to the end. And got it done I did.

What were the lessons I learned from that?

I would like to use more structure and planning. The drawing felt rushed and uncomfortable. It wasn’t as fun as I would have liked it to be.

The answers would create a bundle of energy I can use for the next day.