Have you ever had a light bulb moment where you realize something cognitively that you knew deep down all along? Well, here I am approaching my mid-thirties and coming to terms with who I am. I don't know if you can relate but I feel like much of my life I have spent trying to be a chameleon. Always wanting to be someone else in order to blend in or please others. The color of my skin would change depending on who I was with. If there were accolades or awards for "people pleasing" I am sure I would have a gold star or two or even a golden statue by now. Its been my life's mission and I've certainly succeeded but to no real avail. Why do I feel sadness when I look at my empty desk or think about untouched projects that I put on the bottom of my list. (actually I think they fell off the edge of my list into some great abyss). It creates an ache in my soul. An ache to honor my creativity.
One thing I have realized is that I am not really a crafter or a maker. I'm not someone who can crank out merchandise or sew 20 pillows in a day. I like to dabble. And dabbling doesn't always make for a great business strategy or even a marketable product. This is where I get hung up. Between my great ideas and my practical (must turn this into a business) mentality. Why can't I just let myself play?
These are some thoughts that I have been collecting over the weekend. I thought I would share with you because I don't know that I have the answers. I'm still scratching my head.
So as a friend, here I am, asking how you give your creative self the time it needs. How do you create without putting pressure on yourself? How do you nurture that delicate seed?
images: collected from the gathering spriggs flickr group: cassia beck and daily suze
















