I have this feeling, like when a word is on the tip of your tongue, but you still can’t think of it.
When it’s driving you nuts, but it still doesn’t come to you.
That’s where I am.
I think my creativity is bogged down by abandoned ideas.
Five years ago this May, I moved to Asheville and as I look back, I feel like I sold myself short. I didn’t write as much as I wanted. I didn’t document and now I have all these trips and thoughts levitating, I regret not giving them the roots they deserve.
I spent 5 years confusing sacred and oversharing. In return, I isolated my imagination.
I was hesitant to blog because who wants to be bothered by my baggage, but something has changed my perspective. It is not about how it is perceived, the grammar, or if it is even read at all. It is how I organize and declutter emotions and experiences. It is how I move forward in a complete and inspired way.
I realize now that writing maintains the connection to my past self and all of her ideas. I realize this connection is vital for my growth, it bridges the gap between my anxieties and my intuition.
My intent is to create some inner solace, to remain engaged and to keep the channels open so that my ideas and my energy are no longer in conflict. I have struggled with the notion of unfulfilled potential and I am hoping this may help me fill that void. I have a renewed sense of vision of what I want for myself and it is important to me to honor that goal.
I keep referring back to a Japanese proverb that goes something like, “Insight without action is just a dream. Action without insight is a nightmare.”
So, here is my insight and this is my first act.
