A friend wrote this to me a couple days ago and I have to whole heartily agree. I had been contemplating therapy and in past entries have talked about my feelings on therapy and have tried it. I think therapy in any nature helps us to better ourselves. Growing up, tennis was a sort of therapy for me. It was a way for me to deal with my body issues and to work out stress, it turned out that I was pretty good so it was a confidence booster, too. As I got older, I found other ways to create to bring myself a sense of self ease. Tae Kwon Do. Photography. Mixing. Knitting. Being creative has been a savior for me these last few months. After my mom passed away, I was so scared that I wouldn't pick up knitting again. It pained me to look at the all of my mother's knitting needles and for weeks I tried to forget knitting. Then one day, my brother asked me to make her something and I felt this sort of pressure in my mind ease away as I tried to work through that knitting project. Time seems to stand still. My friend, Cindy, also said that art hits a part of your brain that takes you away from the logical side of your mind. That there is a feeling that you don't know how much time has passed. Thinking about this, I see myself obsessively knitting on the couch at 2am as I'm thinking just a couple more rows not even aware of what time it is. And recently while making earrings or sketching out skirts I'd like to sew myself, it's already past noon and I've been up since 7am. Being creative. I like to say the words. Be creative. I feel a sense of confidence rising in me when I create something. Even sitting here writing this blog entry, I feel my collar bone tingle and my toes feel warm as the morning air brushes them. The creative juices are flowing through every inch of my being and I love how this feels.
I couldn't sleep this morning because I was laying awake in bed thinking about what I could be making right at that moment. Is there a correlation between early morning hours and creativity? I feel less creative at night, except for knitting, something about the natural sunlight feeding my need to create.
Here's the window that's by my computer desk. Cracked ever so slightly to let in the freshness of the morning air.
And my computer desk is doubling as my creative space. My husband has pretty much called this my desk now that all my things are on it...
I know that I still have a long way to go. It's all about keeping the balance and I've found something to help me along the way.