I’ve had a lot of time to reflect this winter. It was a brutal winter in Wisconsin. I’ve been reconnecting with my creative side. It’s been a killer journey. Ups and downs. Tears and laughter. Finding my center. Rebuilding my foundation. I had to go farther back in my memory bank than I hoped I’d have to, but I made it, I found my bloodline. The artist, writer, reader, nature lover and friend that I had lost contact with. Somewhere along the way she laid down to rest and took a snooze. It’s amazing what we do to protect ourselves…sometimes from ourselves. I chose the road untraveled and had a hell of a ride. I have the scars to prove it. And standing where I am today, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Which brings us to the epiphany I had after work today. I’m spending a lot of time these days rebuilding my art supplies and book lists and part of that is digging deep for what I’m passionate about. I have so many creative ideas bouncing around in my cranium that it gets hard to pick one and settle on it. What do I draw? Do I want to paint something? What’s my next project? As the Rolodex of ideas flips on, I land on an idea and it’s good, possibly marketable. But it doesn’t stick. And then it hits me, an idea that makes me feel a kind of happy that is rooted in my stomach and my brain. It gives me a rush that makes me feel young. And the next project is born.
The difference between action and an idea is the rush. It’s knowing that this will be my newest journey. A new chapter. Another untraveled road. And I’m up for the ride.