QUICK BLOG UPDATE:
Before I get into what this post in actually titled. I just wanted to clue you in on some things. I have been vlogging as mentioned, but I haven’t edited anything yet,(things have been busy and this holiday season has me exhausted.) So the vlogs will be up at a later date. I have more footage than I thought-initially I planned to just do one massive vlog, but at this rate-it would end up being really long-so I’m probably going to have to break them into smaller vlogs.
Also today I did a lot of ground work for the writing of my newest short story series; Welcome Home. Good stuff coming your way…and I will be posting a new chapter soon.
Dear Creative Souls,
It’s a beautiful thing when it just comes naturally isn’t it. When that light sparks and a fire is ignited inside you and your fingers can’t type as fast as your mind is going.
It’s such a rush and that’s when you feel like you are doing what you were always meant to do.
But, sadly it isn’t always that easy. In fact more than likely it’s a difficult task to handle on the regular.
I’ve always been creative. Even as a kid, I was always pretending and playing.
And I have always said that if I had a job that I really loved, it wouldn’t feel like work to me.
But you know what -being creative is work. It is some of the hardest work you can do.
It is mentally and emotionally exhausting. So much of your heart is displayed to the world for other people to comment on and critique.
And when the inspiration and the ideas stop, the failure you feel is much more personal and internal, than if you just failed at a regular job related task.
So what do we do when we lack inspiration? When our lights go dim?
Do we give up?
Are we supposed to just accept this fate.
This momentary lack of inspiration.. is it going to be forever?
There are so many creative people in this world, who have missed their calling.
Or who have moved on from their creative talents, because it wasn’t the sensible or “adult” thing to do. Because life pushed them into a corner and they needed to stray away to make ends meet.
It’s no secret that the creative souls struggle. We put ourselves in unhappy circumstances sometimes. We let our creative souls suffer. We sit behind a desk, we turn into daily robots, and crunch numbers.
It’s no place for a creative soul.
I see emotion in things. Love.
I see colors. I see patterns.
I’m trained to analyze and to dig deeper.
What is the meaning behind it all?
So much beauty comes from art, film, music, photography, writing.
These things we treasure, these things we used to escape our stresses.
Yet these are the people who struggle most to make a living.
The cost of life is higher than ever, and gone is the artistic feel at times.
It’s all about the benjamins.
I understand money is important.
Do it for the green.
But if something isn’t right and you feel it in your soul, you are doing it wrong.
It’s time to find that passion you once knew.
Weather it’s painting a blank canvas. Or writing that book you always wanted to write.
Stay in the crummy job, stick it out.
But only long enough until you find some place else to turn to, a job that feeds your creativity.
Because we can’t let the arts die.
I work with kids and I can see how it’s changed.
It’s all academic.
You ask a math question. A million hands go up.
You ask them to talk about their likes, their interests, they freeze.
It’s uncool to be creative, since when?
It fills me with such joy, when I see a child express their creativity, when they are proud of a product they’ve created.
That’s what being a kid, is all about.
It’s that piece of child that should stay within us always.
Allowing anything less, is stealing childhood moments from them, they can’t get back.
So what do we do here?
When we start to notice that artists get the short end of the stick?
So many artists have back up plans-in case.
Why can’t being an artist be the goal, the attainable goal?
This itch to create, to move onto more…to keep going-to climb out of our rut.
Those are the real signs.
They are the pushes.
It’s so easy to get comfortable in life, to feel safe.
But when you think about that, is that really living?
What would the artist in your soul do?
Think about it.