I believe that creating strengthens my inner voice.
I have learned for the past five years that creative blocks generally feed into certain thoughts I lack control over. Year after year I fell into the traps of the creative blocks and whine that I can not create like other artists. I struggled with comparing myself to others. The only thing I created was a perception of myself. Why did I do this to myself? Why did I let myself suffer and wail in idleness? To be honest, I am not sure why.
What I know for sure (a reference to Oprah’s biography) is I need to show up for myself. From late March to June, I filled up two reams of looseleaf paper. On average, one hundred sheets per month. I have moved onto my kettle stitch bound journal and I am currently nearing the end of it. It always leaves me deeply saddened to have to move onto a new journey. I have an attachment of things and I guess the frequency of writing a lot reminds me to let go and let go!