Thoughts after a month of daily blogging

Today will mark thirty three consecutive days of writing and posting photographs to my blog. Just over a month ago I wrote of an audicious challenge to post every day for a year.

The challenge was to get into a regular habit of creative expression to help find my voice.

Some days I have struggled to write, mostly because I’m not quite at full strength yet. Sometimes I’m too tired to think, much less write. I can only write when I’m inspired; I just can’t write something to throw on a pixelated wall.

My photographs have been a saving grace during those times — they’re very much part of the fabric of who I am and my creativity. I enjoy snapping and tweaking them afterwards to coax out the vision of what I saw that day.

By writing and crafting photos each day, I’ve started to notice the return of a very dear old friend of mine.

My muse.

She comes as a feeling deep within, magic elixirs percolating in a well of deep creativity that hadn’t been used in a long time.

She makes me feel warm inside, a comfy flame burning in the hearth of my soul.

Long forgotten parts of my soul are coming back to life, awakening in bits and pieces.

As I create, I feel her poking and prodding, challenging me to step out of my inertia and embrace passion.

It’s not quite a roaring fire just yet; she needs to be stoked more to be set further alight.

This challenge has reminded me creativity is a fire that needs to be tended to else she flames out. Coals of neglect become harder to re-ignite.

Like forgotten love.

I’m not sure yet if I’ll be up to the task of doing this every single day for a year — it might be more reasonable to set a goal of crafting a few times a week rather.

Still, I like what’s happening within. I like dancing with my muse again.

I’m going to try twirling her around each day because it’s a joy I’ve missed.

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