The dream of every creative

The dream of every creative artist is to be found. Out of an endless source of continuously new appearances, to be the "chosen one" is the closest to a hero feeling a mere mortal can hope for. I do believe we can all achieve that. This doesn’t necessarily mean that someone of influence found us but, more than that, that we feel someone is valuing our sense of expression.

It can take time (and work) but I believe that is meant to be everyone’s fate. Sometimes we need to be able to take risks to get that chain of events flowing. It will take longer to get there if we get ourselves so engaged in our mundane routine that we forget to leave time for what we love. The longer we take to understand this, the longer it will take to achieve it. And when we do, we find ourselves swimming in a sea of regrets for all the chances life showed us and that we missed.

Because the time didn’t feel right, or we didn’t have the time, or there were other priorities, because we didn’t trust ourselves enough to see it through. I can’t remember how many reasons I made up to postpone following my fate, ignoring my true essence… However, it is also not productive to dwell on those missed opportunities, as it can hinder us from moving forward.

After all these years of blogging and writing crappy texts, always too worried about the technicalities, I found that are the mundane tasks in the end that inspire me. Tasks like cleaning, washing and ironing put me in a creative trance. Performing these tasks (whilst listening to music) helps me organise my thoughts and gives way to writing prompts. Naturally. No pressure. This is what I want for me. The best of both worlds. Maybe I’m being too ambitious, and it may sound a bit counterintuitive, but writing is my therapy and earning money is not my primary objective.

The endless creative setbacks...

It's just ironic how I spent a lifetime fighting my progress' organic flow by denying the natural order of things when I should have just embraced it as part of my creative process. And this is where writing is a therapy for me. It helps me pin down the caveat for my personal growth.

It is quite funny to imagine that my best ideas, still to come, may originate from such simple activities as sweeping the kitchen floor, mowing the lawn or ironing, just by sowing the seed of a topic when taking up a project. For me, it was an aha moment to realise the fact that I don’t need to be looking at a blank screen to think and create. Yet it was so obvious. Not only it allows me to continue with my day-to-day life, without feeling like I’m missing something when I can have the lot. It brings me such joy.

And because I have set myself free from the guilt of not focusing on pursuing my passion because I’m too busy with everything else, my writing flows better and already reflects that maturity. It is taking me away from the formatting concerns, norms and technicalities, driving my mind to focus on the most essential part of the writing: creativity.