The less romantic side of being a creative has a lot to do with resistance. And I realize that I resist almost everything when it comes to the creative process.
But I want to start to try. To wake up and challenge myself to do one thing that stretches me. It doesn’t matter what it looks like at this point or if my writing is any good. I just want to start. To wake up again and be excited about the way the world will unravel in surprise energy.
I’ve spent the last year in fetal position, walking around with a dark cloud attached to my body. Afraid to let go while my spirit has been trapped inside.
Depression steals time. But that’s okay, because the darkness can feed us, too.
I have so much to say and I know it will take time.
Acknowledging resistance is the best place to start.