I don't feel like creating lately. Creating content. Last year I journaled every day. Every single day I sat down to write. But at the moment... I hardly take out my journal. I
hardly write here on Instagram. I hardly make art. I hardly play my harp.
Life has slowed down for me. And while a part of me is still longing for big adventures, another part of me is learning to enjoy doing nothing. Almost every day I spend time doing nothing in the
hammock, with the horses or just laying on my bed. Not eating, not brushing the horses, not journaling, not treating myself with a coup of tea. No. I do nothing.
And let me tell you, so much motivation and energy to do stuff is born from that. But it's not too much, it's not busy. It's just about right. Just the right amount. When it gets too much, I go
back to doing nothing. And when it gets too little the motivation comes in again.
Then I start to sing, I start to work in the garden, plant and care for my little vegetables, dance, rearrange my room, cook, go biking, I start doing my homework for uni, then I do play my harp
and even take out my harmonica again. And all of a sudden, yes, all of a sudden I am not at all not creating. Then I am doing things again but I do them with all my heart. I am what I do again
instead of chasing to fulfill expectations. Chasing to keep up with my timetable and chasing to work off my to do list.
When we are what we do we start to create.
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