The more I think about it the harder it is to deny that I’ve got to make time and space for creativity. It requires such a fundamental shift, and I’ve been severely hesitant to do much about it. I know I want it, I know I need it. And, it won’t happen overnight. I often wish it did. It would make my life a whole lot easier.
As I am now, I’m taking the time most weekdays to create space…but it feels like my creativity is very reluctant to come out to play. I already know that forcing it out does no good, though that doesn’t help the frustration I feel bubbling inside from making me ache.
I’ll be patient. I’ll wait for my creativity to become comfortable in the space I’ve created. I think it’s starting to see the beauty of the space I’m holding for it. The space may be small, may seem insignificant to some, but it’s far more room than I’ve held in a very long time.
I honestly didn’t even intend to write this tonight. I was just sitting in front of my computer thinking about the story I’m working on in my head. It’s not time for putting it to paper, yet it’s getting closer each day.
I’m very new to this concept of holding onto and gently pulling forth a creative idea. I’m a woman of action. Creativity has often been a mystery to me; it’s not something I can find and immediately execute. It takes time to cultivate, to nourish, to grow, to blossom. It’s scary to have a beautiful seedling of an idea that needs love and care before it can see the light of day.
I’m happy to say that the puttering seems to be working. It’s achingly slow, but it’s been worth it…once I get past all of the scary waiting and hoping that something good will happen. Things take time, especially creativity. It’s important to create space for what we love.