Boy, have I been in a creative rut.
That's not to say life hasn't been good, my summer was great, the kids started school, I still have a job, we are all healthy and happy...life goes on as normal but I have felt an utter lack of creativity.
I'm very thankful for the job I have had for the past 8 years. An oppotunity to work from home that fell in my lap when both my children were under 3 and I was unemployed and wondering what was next. How good it is to work from home, my kids only in part time preschool, my schedule flexible enough that I can take them to the zoo or volunteer at school. And yet...I never felt like I was really on the right path.
And so...several years ago I started painting. I've even sold a canvas or two.
And I returned to jewelry making and did a little craft show circuit during the holidays to supplement my income.
But lately I walk by my art table and feel no pull. I pack my index cards and pens in my bag but they return home in the same condition. The last art I created was in my travel journal that was stolen, along with many other possessions, on our last day of a lovely trip to Maui. It's a story for another day, but perhaps having my journal stolen left a bitter taste in mouth. With the holidays coming I at least need to start some jewelry making but I sit in front of my beautiful beads and stones, and...nothing.
And so it was one day while chatting with a friend we decided that over coffee, we would have a brainstorming session to see if we could figure out what our true paths are and how do we get there?
And we did meet over coffee and pear muffins. My friend and I brainstormed and wrote out notes and encouraged each other. There was such a positive energy about what we were doing. We didn't walk away from the coffee shop with new jobs or new paths but we walked away feeling like we were working toward something better. Not stagnant but moving.
Later that day I picked up a paintbrush and I felt hopeful, positive energy flowing all around me.