I'm blogging on my cell phone while I'm sitting in the car. My son has fallen asleep, again, in the last ten minutes of my drive. Moving him from said car to bed has never worked. So, alas, the car has become the office.
I've been overwhelmed lately with the fear thought "is this all there is?" I've become a tasker; I buy groceries, household supplies, change diapers, drive here to there and back, make dinner (sort of). I feel my worth has been dwindled down to mindless work. Certainly not the rich, wild, and abundant life I crave.
In desperation, I listen to poscasts in the car. The few moments I have to concentrate on me. I cling to the hope that someday soon I will get back to what makes me tick. I recall hearing Elizabeth Gilbert speak on her book Big Magic recently. She talked about doing something creative everyday. That it's vital. Fundamental. Panic set in. I don't have time any more for creativity and I feel like I'm losing myself because of it.
But the truth is, I'm wrong. My thoughts manifest my reality because my world is ultimately what I perceive. When I say I don't have time or don't have a choice that is exactly what I am attracting to my life. My time is taken because I willed it to be so.
When I'm honest with myself, I see that my life is made up of beautiful moments that if I choose to see, can be turned into creativity. I have a beautiful life. I'm just choosing not to see it.
Coming out of this brain fog, I realized that something has got to give. I do have the time to be creative and blogging about my indigo life is what I love. There are snippets here or there that I normally waste because they don't look normal. As in, I'm not sitting in my office with all my notes and inspiration around me. I'm sitting in a car while my toddler sleeps.
So I'm changing it. My perception that is, and I'm finding tools to share my life creativity on the go with my blogging platform app and Evernote. I'm tethered to my phone anyway. I might as well put it to work. I'm also disregarding the rules of how blogging should be done, or how life should be lived. I'm jumping in. Creativity does not happen when you worry about what others will think.
Finally, the photo above has nothing to do with this post other than it's evidence of the beauty in my life. My son is learning to make me brownies. As I said, I'm throwing out all the rules and making up my own.
What do you do creatively everyday?