Do you ever wake up in the morning filled with the desire to make something, but you can’t figure out how to go about it? You want to paint, or write or photograph or….god only knows what it is you want to do.
Maybe you’re not sure. Maybe you just have the vague feeling of wanting to be creative but you can’t actually figure out how to channel it. Maybe you haven’t picked up a paintbrush since your last 5th grade art project. Maybe you haven’t written a sentence that wasn’t in legalese in so long you have no idea how one goes about it. Maybe you just feel a bit strangely stuck and don’t know how to unstick yourself and you wish you had taken an art class that one time when you had a free summer so that at least you’d be able to doodle properly.
Or maybe you do know what you want to do, but you can’t figure out how to get started. Maybe you have an idea of what you want to do, but you can’t seem to make it a reality. Maybe every sentence you write comes out wrong. Maybe every photo you take is badly lit or poorly composted. Maybe the only portrait you can paint looks like a stick figure.
So you wake up in the morning and you feel like there’s something you need to make, but something’s in your way.
You know what? Stop doing that.
No, really. Just…stop.
Start.
Start writing bad poetry. Start taking stupid, poorly lit photos. Start drawing great big silly scribbles all over something.
Really. Not every piece of performance art is meant to be preformed. Not every photo is meant to be printed. Not every painting is meant to be framed.
So who cares?
Eventually you’ll figure it out. Eventually you’ll have something you sorta like and might not mind sharing.
And while you’re doing that, you’ll at least stop being so damn distracted by that weird need to be creating something and you get on with whatever it is you should be doing. Like having breakfast.