I am not a disciplined writer
I don't sit down every morning and write for two hours straight.
…I think this is what disciplined writers do, but I wouldn't know 🤷♀️.
That doesn't stop me from writing, and counter to popular advice I do wait for inspiration vs. crapping something out just to seem productive.
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And when inspiration is lacking, I’m not going to sit around and wonder why or question every creative thing that I've done(though of course I have my fair experience in this😅😭).
It doesn't make me less of a writer or an artist to do creative work on my own time vs for the pressure of pushing or selling something or god forbid that dreaded feeling of "have to".
Contrary to popular belief, I've never created something that I've loved because I forced myself to do it.
My best ideas do not come from me, my best ideas come from the space that I create so that the Goddess of inspiration can come dancing into my brain and make the connections that have been blocked by impatience, clutter, and mental noise.
I'm not creating the idea, I'm creating the space for the idea to come on its own.
And if I don't have the space or the capacity to execute it, that idea simply moves along to someone else.
I see this all the time actually, ideas that I had but did not execute upon, now coming from someone else.
And I don't feel bad about that either, you snooze, you lose.
Or maybe it comes back to me, when the time is right.
Either way-
There's another on the way if I can create the space.
So I declutter my calendar, I clean my house, and I focus on relaxing.
And that's when it happens, when I'm at ease.
Not when I'm not caught up in the millions of things to do and people to see.
When I'm just being…being at home in my body, in my apartment, and in my thoughts.
Not pushing, not striving, but enjoying what is already there and then magically - it comes.
The idea, the desire, the goal, the plan, the next creative energetic wave for me to catch and ride upon.
And this season is prime time for me because the slow down is built-in with the changing of seasons.
I slow down with it and then I'm back on my wave, back remembering what is important and what it feels like to simply love being alive and present.
I never settle in without a struggle, with summers energy burning off and winters grey closing in…but when I finally calm down, what a relief.
Ah yes, it's you again. The season of rest and reset, oh how I've missed the space and feel of you.
And then by spring I'm bursting at the seams in all directions with the energy I've been cultivating all winter 💃.
Winter has traditionally been my most hated season until I slow down and remember that I get my best ideas in winter.
Winter doesn't start until the 21st so I guess it's fine that I probably won't get my full rest until then 😅🤣.
Side note- Who writes about how important rest is while actively being in motion 😇.(I'm on a plane to Houston rn)
Anyhow, I wrote this post to get me off the hook for not writing more this summer and also for anyone who struggles with feeling like they “have to” when they haven't created the space to.