I’m sure there are thousands of blogs, articles, and books published about the difficulty of starting the creative process.
To me, it’s like frantically spinning a back tire on a mud-stuck sedan, digging deeper into the mud, all the while not getting anywhere.
And it shocks me that I can be sitting under the blue umbrella skies of creation, encircled by green mountain pops, serenaded by the clack-clack-clack calls of chipmunks and squawking melodies of hawks, and yet… remain uninspired.
But here’s my confession: as a creative-type, I know my biggest enemy to inspiration is the own battle in my mind. The sword pointed at my belly that screeches, “how could you possibly say anything that is worthwhile? What do you have to bring to the table? And how in the world do you think you can organize the millions of thoughts that constantly explode in your head like fizzing Pop Rocks?”
To this I say… SHUT-UP. I will not allow my sense of overwhelmed-ness to halt the passion in my fingers. And besides, in writing this, I’m one step closer to winning the battle. 🙂
Clumsily I write. My fingers dancing on the keys, but it’s no ordinary dance. It’s more like a girl clumsily stepping on the toes of her swift & fluid dance partner, trying to keep pace with his lead.
And though I stumble, I still write.
I write because I am compelled. I write because the mistress of reflection demands it.
I write because my Creator put words in my heart; oh wait, more… my Creator put a melody in my heart, a tune in my lungs, a volcano of praise within me. And in order to glorify His Name, I must put pen to paper. Fingers to keys. To bring what’s within… out.
As you read this may you be inspired, refreshed, renewed… may you see that through the bumbling of a 31-year old single, who has a penchant for wild colors, bold tastes, & an unquenched curiosity for cultures… One who has called 5 countries on 4 continents home in the past 10 years & one who is addicted to adventure, speaking in accents, & following the voice of God into the unknowns of life…
May you see that God is always at work… somehow, in some way, somewhere.
Welcome to this, my sojourner’s journey on this wild-ride of a life.