It has been quite some time since I purposefully maintained an online blog/journal. On a positive note, I can say I have been living life and that’s the reason I haven’t been writing online, but that isn’t the whole truth. This year started off great. I had grand plans for 2017 I was looking to make some big moves…literally and figuratively. My outlook on life was the most optimistic I have had in many years. Then, twelve days into the new year, I was laid off from a full-time position I deeply enjoyed. It sent me straight into survival mode, but I knew that state of mind wasn’t one I could stay in, so I found comfort in something that has always brought me joy.
Being an artist.
I took a calligraphy class and I had not practiced calligraphy in well over ten years. Then, I started painting again. Watercolor first, then acrylic. All of this led me down a path to uncovering creativity I had put on the shelf because of all the obligations in my life. I stopped making time to create.
As a creative, being able to make something is life-blood. It is central to who I am.
Making time to create is just as important as doing the work. If you want to be at your best, you must make time to create, to play and to tell your story. This is my intention. Care to join me on this adventure of intentional living?