I was just about to embark on a truly mind-numbing list of activities. To be fair, they need to be done, and in fact would be done a lot faster if I just got off my ass and did them. Filing. Laundry. General tidying up and sorting of papers. Egads. Is this why I draw breath? Is this what I presently make of these precious hours of life?
No, it’s not. So I’m going to hurry up and get them done and out of the way, dammit, because I have real things to do. Ideas that need to be set on paper in order to become anything. Ideas and imaging that need to be set down if I am to become anyone – to myself at least.
I’ve mentioned before that the biggest thing about creativity is to exercise it – to practice – and to use it or watch it shrivel and die. For a lot of us, NOT exercising our creativity is a slower death than following it, but we fill our time with other distractions. Why? Because we fear it won’t be good? Because we fear losing ourselves to it?
It won’t be good enough for yourself. Your obsession with it will seem weird to others, and many people may not get it. Perhaps, at first, it won’t be any good at all. Do it anyway. If only to save yourself from being one more nameless cog in the machine, if only to understand yourself a bit better, if only to become your most real and honest self.
If you have even the smallest urge to artistry, read this article and let it inspire you to create.