This Is Gonna Be Great!
June 3rd 2025
Oh no I hate it.
That’s not what I envisioned at all.
Ok ok just let it suck — you’ll survive.
Well…alright maybe it’s not so bad.
Hmm that’s …that’s kinda interesting.
Oh man this is fun.
Hey now, that’s startin’ to look like somethin’!
What if I put a lil razzle dazzle on it over here…
Wait I think I love it.
Hey I made this!
I tell ya, life is a joy. Let’s make something else.
This is the internal maze I kick rocks along every time I start on a new creation.
With paint, pen, words, yarn, dough, you name it.
Doodlin’ at my desk today. Authors Photo
We’ve all tangoed with these internal gremlins that just try to protect us from discomfort.
Writers block.
Imposter syndrome.
Procrastination.
Perfectionism.
Shame.
Judgment.
Plain ol’ fear of new things.
I love the quote,
“Creativity is an act of defiance.” — Twyla Tharp
I always heard it as defiance of things outside ourselves — society media governments and institutions.
Fighting against outside forces to be us.
But creation of any kind is also an act of defying the odds inside ourselves.
It doesn’t necessarily have to be against anyone or anything else.
It may just show up as a fight to see and hear ourselves more clearly, with more love, more freedom and delight.
It’s us saying to ourselves,
“This might bring up some internal obstacles… but I’m gonna do it anyhow and see what comes of it.”
Look at you, you perfectly imperfect lil loaf. I’m gonna dip you in so much olive oil. Authors photo
Every single seed in the soil or doodle on a page or doughy loaf I plop on the counter top I walk that same spiral starting at,
Lets see how this goes…
Until I make it to the outer edges of,
Well I’ll be dern if my soul isn’t a damn treasure to behold. Who knew that was in there!? I wonder what else I can create!
Another doodle from a few months back. Authors Photo
If you’re forgetting that your soul is a damn treasure to behold, it’s probably just because you haven’t gotten to marvel at YOU outside of yourself for far too long.
It’s time to-
Bake bread. (Here’s one to try! So easy and rewarding. I skip the parchment paper… just throwin’ that out there if you too live dangerously)
Make a batch of soup for a stormy day. (I can’t get enough of this one. And with that fresh crunchy bread? Honeeeeey…)
Knit a scarf.
Write a poem.
Plant herbs to simply sniff and smile every time you pass them. Maybe you’ll use em maybe you won’t but that mint rosemary is deliiiish.
Arrange fresh flowers around your home. Put em in anything and everything that’ll hold water, no need for new vases when you got cute whiskey tumblers and coffee mugs!
Put healthy stress on your body through dance, weight lifting, and difficult poses. See what starts out as impossible, becomes doable, and then somehow my God… enjoyable? What is happening…
Build something, anything. A piece of furniture or a website. Revisit it (obsessively…) and make that smug face like ya did when you cleaned and rearranged your bedroom as a kid and then stood in the entrance like, “That’s a bomb ass bedroom right there…and that new Titanic poster tacked above my troll collection? Interior design is my passion.”
Make music. Sing!
Put on music that makes you dance while opening the fridge to hit up that jar of pickles for the eleventh time today. (Ok maybe that one’s just for me personally but here’s my current kitchen jam if ya wanna dance and eat dill pickles with me in spirit- Midnight - Khruangbin & Leon Bridges)
If you’re sad? Be sad. If you’re angry? Be good and angry as hell honey. Follow those emotions down the path they’re clearing toward your courage. Go for a long drive. Put on songs that help those emotions move. It’s time to CLEAN HOUSE literally and figuratively, throw out old constraints, wash away and set fire (safely of course) to what needs to be destroyed. Create space for new things and see what becomes electric from the storm you didn’t run from.
When we over consume, we lose sight of ourselves.
We forget what we sound like, look like, and feel like.
We start losing our vibrancy and color.
It’s vital that we see ourselves expressed as living creatures or we start to believe we’re just a dehydrated and over caffeinated addition to the living room furniture.
Make your marks on life so you can delight in your magic and remember you exist as an expression of nature itself — blooming, decaying, and taking new shape all the time.
I love you. Thank you for reading!
