It appears as though I would do almost anything to avoid writing this post. I’ve been on a three month long hiatus and I’m finally crawling out of the shadows. Lately I’ve felt as though I’ve hit a bit of an artistic wall, a roadblock, a rut if you will. An excuse for laziness you might ask? Perhaps..
I’ve long been searching for that creative spark that will get the juices flowing again. That twinkle in the moon or that jolt from the sky to light my fire. I finally did get my sign from the universe, but rather than a loving nudge, it came more in the form of a slap in the face. In my moments of desperation a voice came to me. It happened to be the high-pitch, veracious voice of my college photography professor; with whom I shared both a mutual respect and a blatant dislike. We never quite saw eye-to-eye and neither of us were shy in expressing our dissatisfaction with the other.
“You do not need to feel inspired to create,” she scolded. “Being creative is work just like anything else. Start working, and the inspiration will follow.” Her tone was sharp and unmerciful, but her words carried very little weight with me at the time. I continued on with my unproductive, self-inflicting, procrastination habits. Habits I am still trying to kick. It wasn’t until much later that I was able to legitimize her wisdom…
What I’m working on now is unblocking the road. Unblocking the road for which I’ve spent years building a barricade. I have visions, dreams, and aspirations that until now have felt too far out of reach. Complacency is no longer an option. Map out your own destiny. Put in the work. The inspiration is sure to follow.
Until next time, xx.
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