My heart bursts. Excited, child-like wonderment. It feels all the feelings. It is where my values, ideals, dreams and hopes lie. How am I ever going to do all of the things it is tugging me towards. Does it not know I can’t possibly do all of it at once?
Tap into the wonderment and the romance. Connection. Whimsical, flirty, feminine, love, passion, curiosity.
Focus on the creative process not the outcome. Don’t put pressure on yourself and stay on your own path.
I wake up with the sun and slowly, and gently, potter around my kitchen, stretching, daydreaming and soaking up a sense of gratitude.
I pour my instant coffee into my oversized, chipped mug and add a dash of milk. I love my morning coffee, it sets the tone for my day.
I am happy. I am living my quiet dream. Slow mornings and then some creating. To me that sounds perfect. Joyous.
So often I will get an urge to write a blog post to then open up WordPress to a blank page and have no idea where to start or what to even write.
It seems I have a desire to express myself, but when it comes time to get it down on paper (or on the laptop screen), I second guess myself. I get all judgey on myself and feel like I need to be writing something profound, or structured, or with a deep message.
For so long I’ve ignored this part of me. I thought it was just my escape from the real world. I thought that I had some broken and strange withdrawal technique to save me from the reality of life’s responsibilities.
For so long I fought with my inner world and ideas because they weren’t useful. They weren’t a gift. They were a distraction, and a world I couldn’t explain.
Do you know when you are dreaming? Does it ever hit you when you are in the midst of a dream that “holy crap this is a dream?”.
It happens to me all of the time, and what generally happens is that although I know I am dreaming, I can’t seem to “cheat” it into panning out how I would like. Like when I am running late, and no matter what I do I can’t seem to get ready. It’s tiring and frustrating.