My creative soul has been in hiding these past months. Why has it been hiding you ask?
Good question, I say. Because really, it is a good question. Why is it that I seem to stop creating when I feel overwhelmed and attacked? I think a large part of my creative soul just goes into a protective fetal position. Just make it through the bad parts, it says to me. Don't risk anymore. Don't put yourself out there any more because something else bad may happen.
I don't want to do that anymore. Of course, I don't want to feel overwhelmed and attacked any more either, but ahhh, life. She never gives what we want does she?
I look back all the creative minds in our past, and how their struggles resulted in great art. I need to learn to channel that. Learn to take the hard parts and make them work for me. Make lemonade out of lemons... ahh, cliches, where would we be without them.
Of course, I feel like a bit of a whiner here. Is my life bad? Am I suffering? No. I am not. I have shelter. I have food. I am physically safe. I am loved by at least a few people. I am employed.
However, in my little sheltered bubble, times have been tough. I just try to take solace and not be too hard on myself and be grateful for what I have, while seeking... While seeking a fulfilling life.
"What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a Masterpiece unfolding, every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath." - Thomas Crum
