Flights booked to Heathrow!
I’m overstressing my creativity. I feel pressured and like I’m running out of time. There is time. My guidelines for life are:
- Show up.
- Stay open.
- It’s never too late.
- There are no rules.
I have to believe it’s never too late. Life is what we have right now, in this moment. It’s up to us what we do with it from this moment on.
I have to let go of creative pressure. I have so many ideas it’s like the coefficient of friction or whatever the term is for when there is so much pressure that material can’t be released (as in a funnel) even though the opening is not blocked.
There is time for listening to music, writing on paper, walking and letting ideas rise up. I just have to continue to make time for daily writing. A writing practice is essential. I still have fear surrounding that because writing is too precious and that’s another issue I have. Demote writing to a creative practice that can be wrinkled, stepped on, written in the margins, used up (because it will be replenished), torn and spilled on. It is not to be held up on a pedestal, behind glass, a pristine blank white piece of paper, dead yet perfect. That does no one any good.
Create, imperfectly, and let it go out into the world. Then create again.