I feel like I've been in a sort of creative-motivation paralysis for some months... I want to do so much, and still have no desire to follow through. Is it failure? Is it burnout? Is it this depression? Is it feeling like it won't matter? All of the above. Relearning patience with myself and reminding myself that one day, the moment will come.
I relate to this so deeply, Lindsey. All of the above. And still, somehow that thing on our hearts remains, without judgment, waiting for our return. I'm finding patience a difficult and necessary practice as well. Thank you for sharing ❤️
I’m terrible at failing. I typically abandon and start over or don’t return. But there are a couple places where I try and try again. Writing is one of them.
I show up to the blank page every week and write imperfectly. Over the years I’ve gotten better. But just this weekend I wrote in my journal, “I want to be masterful at writing personal essays.”
To answer your question, I keep showing up. I keep trying. It’s the only way that works for me.
I don't know if it's a fear of failure or a fear of it working out. But it feels like being frozen sometimes, unable to put everything in line to keep moving forward. But to overcome that, I tell myself "how would you feel if you saw yet another person doing exactly what you know you can do?" and that makes me get myself right on up. My creative journey this year has taught me to just leap, keep working, leap again, and watch as it all comes together without me having to be in full control. Maybe my fear is not being in control, but I stay patient through every part of the process.
Loved every word, yet again, Nneka! “And with our brief and painful and wondrous time on this earth, I’d rather risk short-term embarrassment than life-long regret.” Especially this line. Oooph girl it gave me chills.
All I want from my life is to be able to say, “I had so much fun, I would do that over and over again.” And that line you have us is the heart of it.
I feel like I've been in a sort of creative-motivation paralysis for some months... I want to do so much, and still have no desire to follow through. Is it failure? Is it burnout? Is it this depression? Is it feeling like it won't matter? All of the above. Relearning patience with myself and reminding myself that one day, the moment will come.
I relate to this so deeply, Lindsey. All of the above. And still, somehow that thing on our hearts remains, without judgment, waiting for our return. I'm finding patience a difficult and necessary practice as well. Thank you for sharing ❤️
I’m terrible at failing. I typically abandon and start over or don’t return. But there are a couple places where I try and try again. Writing is one of them.
I show up to the blank page every week and write imperfectly. Over the years I’ve gotten better. But just this weekend I wrote in my journal, “I want to be masterful at writing personal essays.”
To answer your question, I keep showing up. I keep trying. It’s the only way that works for me.
I don't know if it's a fear of failure or a fear of it working out. But it feels like being frozen sometimes, unable to put everything in line to keep moving forward. But to overcome that, I tell myself "how would you feel if you saw yet another person doing exactly what you know you can do?" and that makes me get myself right on up. My creative journey this year has taught me to just leap, keep working, leap again, and watch as it all comes together without me having to be in full control. Maybe my fear is not being in control, but I stay patient through every part of the process.
Always incredible ! No matter how you piece your story together 💐 I’m definitely coming out of my creative paralysis!!
Loved every word, yet again, Nneka! “And with our brief and painful and wondrous time on this earth, I’d rather risk short-term embarrassment than life-long regret.” Especially this line. Oooph girl it gave me chills.
All I want from my life is to be able to say, “I had so much fun, I would do that over and over again.” And that line you have us is the heart of it.