Sometimes creativity is difficult. I suppose if it was easy then there would be no reason to create. Being an artist is gift and we are "born to make manifest the glory of God within us." But why is it that some mornings I just don't want to. We had our first frost and that means that it is cold in my studio. It's like I am a 4 year old throwing a fit.
But I think all this superficial junk is just fear. What if I was a successful artist? What would my life be like? There are so many stories of artists or musicians or actors who loose their way and end up in a terrible place or even dead. There aren't many stories about artists who lead happy, healthy lives.
The only way to deal with this fear is just by showing up. By going down to my studio and starting a fire and turning the heat on. And then just start something. Who cares if it turns out wonderful or in the dumpster. And by holding on to the dream or going to work just down the hill from my house. A short commute to my studio and days filled with creativity. Hold onto my dream and find the joy in the small things in life.
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