I read a post last night over at Scoutie Girl blog and was moved to tears. Tara perfectly expressed what I have been feeling over the past year, and I wanted to share her poignant words with you.
Living a creative life is taking joy in thinking outside the box. It’s finding abundance in the most simple things: basic ingredients for a healthy supper, uncut fabric, dirt, a camera, a crayon, a thought. A feeling. It’s the happy medium between haves & have-nots, finding joy in both. It’s taking a little and making something that’s more.
Creative living is not being satisfied with boredom. It’s seeking stimulation and not escape – well, seeking stimulation to escape from the banal. Even finding the wonderment in the mundane. It’s about being spontaneous and having a passion for life, the process of living. It’s the struggles – writer’s block, tech failures, blank slates, depression, misunderstanding, being outside the norm – and it’s the moment of clarity when passion overrides pain.
It’s a mess on the kitchen table, supplies strewn around the floor, an open door to studio that’s a little less than neat.
Living a creative life is being satisfied while always crave more. It’s the independence of knowing you’re not reliant on the status quo.
It’s about finding joy in the similarities of friends and finding excitement in the differences.
It’s savoring each moment, making it precious – but still always wanting more.
A creative life is one to call your own.
A creative life is one lived in conversation with yourself, your surroundings, your community, and your raw materials – whatever they may be. Living a creative life is a philosophy, a way of thinking, not a label, an education, or a profession. Living creatively is knowing the rules and occasionally – or more often – ignoring them. It’s coloring outside the lines and sometimes on walls. It’s daring to be different when everyone tells you to be the same.
It’s a good reason to wake up on Monday mornings. And a great reason to celebrate the weekend.
Living creatively is not separate from the everyday – it happens in between the couldas, wouldas, and shouldas.
It’s not dependent on being an artist, a designer, or a maker – although I know that you are all of those things.
(image from Traditional Home.com)