I haven’t run out of things to say.
I’m not sure what day it is – 42 or 43, not counting on purpose – here on the 90-day Challenge, and nearly halfway into it, I haven’t run out of things to say. What a relief to find out you’re not empty.
In fact, the more I write, the more I have to write about. I notice cracks on the street, I hear more words on the subway, I taste more in the Spaghetti Nero (pasta with cuttlefish ink – mmm, I promise) at the divine Italian place we found on the Lower East Side.
Maya Angelou said it best:
“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”
And the more you sit waiting for it to rain on you in star-shaped light-beams, the farther creativity goes, in the other direction. The direction that is not you.
There are issues of time, of course. Issues of how much life I’m willing to put on hold in order to sit at a desk for hours to write about it.
Living with an understanding partner who lets me think, plot, muddle some more, and then some more, finally start typing, and once read-able, edit the posts for this space-that-is-not-my-job-but-my-passion, instead of going out to see THE CITY, means the world. Small as the world may seem at times.
My first-class ticket on the non-stop train to need-more-time-ville has been the cause of some strain, no doubt. I’m always without enough time.
But as an artist, he gets how sitting with this blog everyday is my road to clarity. Even through all the messiness. This is my only way to wade through the mess.
Here, another quote from Maya Angelou that eloquently says what I mean.
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”
There are no butterflies here yet, but I’m willing to wait it out, working all the way. And changing all the way, openly.
As always, thank you for stopping by. If you’d like, drop a word or three in the box below to say you’re here, and I’d smile so grandly and send star-shaped light-beams your way you’ll glow in the dark.