The workshop yesterday was delightful. Exactly what I needed.
And even though I didn’t completely understand what was going on, the instructor’s approach made it safe to feel that way.
It was a really interested exploration of the patterns of our inner worlds – not our mental space but our sense of our bodies from the inside.
*To be clear though, these fears of being the only one who doesn’t get it were not irrational. That exact scenario has played out MANY times.
I love teaching workshops.
I love the energy.
I love creating a space where people have room to try out ideas, to think about their work differently, and to be a little kinder to themselves about the things they are trying to do.
And today’s group was filled with especially wonderful people who enjoyed taking that little bit of time for their creativity.
And I enjoyed helping them.
It’s a whole pile of fun…
I’m having one of those revelations that feels so familiar that I’m sure I have had it before and just didn’t carry it far enough.
With a lot of my writing and drawing, I have often said that I enjoy the creative practice but I don’t feel like it is going anywhere. I feel like it isn’t leading to anything.
I am already very creativity-oriented so I don’t need to add creativity for its own sake – I already have that baked into my life.
What I need is a way to help me focus and do something that has a plan, something with a defined end point. A reason to start and then to stop some specific aspects of my practices.
A way to see my skills develop.
A bit of a challenge.
I need to pick some damn projects, assign myself a time frame, and then make some cool stuff.
I may have had this revelation before but this incarnation feels really useful and tangible.
