Day Making a Home for Habitual Creativity
I took some days off of daily blogging. Not for lack of motivation, or commitment to the practice but because of energy moonlighting. What I mean is, the new struggle I’m having is creating boundaries in my life and routine to protect creative practice.
In the past the major hang-up about writing habitually was my lack of motivation as a result of lacking confidence in myself as a writer and the perfectionistic need to feel like every piece of writing I display publicly should be a “product” with a certain quality standard. Im steadily overcoming this issue, but the new issue is just how to hold myself accountable in holding enough space in my lifestyle and routine to prioritize habitual writing practice.
I guess its normal to struggle with figuring out a smooth workflow routine with any exercise or practice. I’m naming for myself that it shouldn’t feel like an overindulgence for me to substantiate the dedicated time each day to have the freedom to write, without any expectation about the act of doing it.
The daily blogging exercise is also helping to negotiate for myself how I move swiftly towards allowing myself to shift and pivot towards things that intuitively feel right and good (like indulging creativity) without having to justify to myself why I’m making more space for joyful energy expenditures rather than productivity focused ones. Living is “productivity” and we must reframe how we value the quality of the things we do to push against the capitalist framing of what feels appropriate in the way we structure our lives.
As a type-A kinda personality who can get very hung up on efficiencies I’m gently reminding myself daily that presence and joy are the most efficient uses of ones lived experience, so why go against the grain fighting against moving towards things that feel good. For me the path of least resistance looks like indulging more creativity. I’m shedding my need to live in martyrdom. I don’t have to be a sacrificial lamb towards “progress”. The symbol and pattern of my own joy and self defined productivity fractals out into the people, communities, and environments I touch so that should be justification enough.
Today I snuggled with my dog and gave thanks for steadfast loyalty and companionship in my pocket monster.
I felt cool air and droplets of rain flecked onto my skin like a gentle kiss from the wind on the rain soaked leaves.
My feet squished around the damp soil and I sent all my tension and anxiety through my body out my feet and into the ground to be composted.
A change is gonna come. It always does. “God is Change”, but will we have the courage and attunement to shape it?
