But I’m not posting it. But I’m writing. And trying to build the habit again. Not all of my ideas (and many that I post) aren’t worth putting out there. And that’s ok. It’s still clearing the cobwebs and serving a purpose.
I think I’ve been sucked into social media so much lately that I’ve gotten lazy. I allow myself to choose garbage instead of making art.
Last night I drew for the first time in ages. It felt sooooo good. It was pleasurable in a way I haven’t felt in a long while. I put made something and shared it with the world. I need to do more of that. Take pleasure in something like drawing. Or writing. And share it.
I know the world is in a particular storm of chaos right now. Its so easy to think I’m keeping up with the news when all I’m doing is being complacent and scrolling through terrible story after terrible story. Shaking my head. Getting angry. Fueling the unproductive fire. I’m not challenging myself. When what I should be doing is something fun and creative.
Pick up a pencil and paper. Or a journal and pen. Or a guitar. Or sit at the piano. Or just close your eyes and open up your lungs and sing!
There are endless ways to put good into the world. Choose one and go. Put Twitter away. Put Instagram away. Put Facebook away. Make art of your life. And share it. We need it now more than ever.
