Linking up (a little late) with the brave writers over at Five Minute Friday, where we write for five minutes straight. No fancy edits. Just writing for the fun of it. Won't you come on over to Kate Motaung's place and join in? This week's prompt is "free".
Have you ever felt like you'd like to create something and there was a big boulder sitting on your muse? Like a traffic blockade, the creative juices just won't run. They're stopped up like your stuffy nose with a cold (okay, maybe TMI).
This happened to me a few days ago. I sat down to paint. To create. I really wanted to. But, the negative gremlins were screaming loud. I couldn't figure it out.
"I love to paint," I said to myself.
"What is wrong with me? Why do I feel like crying instead?"
The voices said,
"you'll never be as good as ________________, so why bother?"
"you'll never be good enough to sell your art, so why bother?"
"who do you think you are?"
I know I'm not the first, nor the last to have these kind of voices screaming inside my head. Trying hard to convince me that I'm done as an artist (and feel like I've only just begun!)
So, I wiped my tears and got up from my creative space. I went over to the chair where I do most all of my journaling and started writing. I figured that maybe if I started writing out my feelings, something might unearth.
Some reason for the gremlins shouting loud.
And, you know what? Something did surface!
I had just recently had an art wound that I had already started to cover up with other negative and positive emotions.
Journaling. Writing. Freed me.
Freed me to sit down at my creative space again.
And, create with joy.
Have you ever felt like you'd like to create something and there was a big boulder sitting on your muse? Like a traffic blockade, the creative juices just won't run. They're stopped up like your stuffy nose with a cold (okay, maybe TMI).
This happened to me a few days ago. I sat down to paint. To create. I really wanted to. But, the negative gremlins were screaming loud. I couldn't figure it out.
"I love to paint," I said to myself.
"What is wrong with me? Why do I feel like crying instead?"
The voices said,
"you'll never be as good as ________________, so why bother?"
"you'll never be good enough to sell your art, so why bother?"
"who do you think you are?"
I know I'm not the first, nor the last to have these kind of voices screaming inside my head. Trying hard to convince me that I'm done as an artist (and feel like I've only just begun!)
{They're}trying to tell me that I might as well hang up the artist hat and apron and brush because it's all a waste of time anyway.
So, I wiped my tears and got up from my creative space. I went over to the chair where I do most all of my journaling and started writing. I figured that maybe if I started writing out my feelings, something might unearth.
Some reason for the gremlins shouting loud.
And, you know what? Something did surface!
I had just recently had an art wound that I had already started to cover up with other negative and positive emotions.
Journaling. Writing. Freed me.
Freed me to sit down at my creative space again.
And, create with joy.
Thanks for stopping by today, friend! Blessings to you!
~Anne
Hi, I am linking up late too at Five Minute Friday. I have a lot of ideas on paper but am stalled when it comes time for me to write. Writing is my art; so, I totally identify with you. I loved the piece that you produced. Just goes to show that something lovely can come out of our mistakes.
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