During these past few weeks, I’ve grown quite attached to my journal and it now goes with me everywhere. It’s like having a little creative companion to inspire me throughout my day. I look over and hear my co-conspirator asking me, “Hmmm, what mischief shall we get into today?”
After surviving a shower with my journal, I ventured into taking it for a swim with me last week. This was quite a leap considering I seriously contemplated putting my journal into a ziplock bag before bringing it into the shower!
I swam a little on my own first, scoping out the pool. Being the good rule-follower that I am, I even found myself glancing over to the pool rules sign to make sure there wasn’t any wording about bringing strange, foreign objects into the pool! I felt self conscious as I brought the book into the water with me, concerned about what others might think.
But in the end, I just took a deep breath and plunged right in, journal in hand. It was quite exhilarating! Then we lounged together poolside and worked on our tan.
Here’s a quick video of me checking out the damage ;).
My journal was sopping wet, so my husband suggested wrecking it further with a hairdryer. I’m amazed at the volumizing effect even without a diffuser or mousse!
Here’s my journal at the beginning of my Intuitive Painting class with Chris Zydel.
And here’s my journal after a good, messy session of painting. What fun!!
Through all this play and destruction, I’m learning some helpful lessons from creative wreckage that apply to my life in general:
- Thinking, anticipating, fretting, and plotting about something that stretches me is usually a lot scarier than actually just doing it.
- By stretching myself, I discover new edges that challenge me and empower me to grow.
- I feel even more invested in my creative endeavors after I’ve taken a risk (whether it turned out the way I wanted it to or not).
- I’m capable of way more than I think I am.
What life lessons are you learning from your creative wreckage? I’d love to hear.