by Katy Kauffman @KatyKauffman28
I hardly ever cry at movies. I cried at the end of Inside Out. Even though it’s a kids’
movie, I saw how the inside of our brains might work when anger, fear, disgust,
sadness, or joy takes the helm.
Each feeling was embodied in a little colored creature
whose outward appearance matched its personality. Short, blue Sadness couldn’t
help but be drawn to sad things and turn the little girl’s memories blue (or
sad), while tall, cheerful Joy tried to keep Sadness distracted and in check.
At the end (I won’t give it away), I felt what the characters felt and knew
firsthand the feelings that were being portrayed on screen. I had lived them.
From the inside out.
When we write, we want to impact the reader from the inside
out.
