Take 97 seconds and make a shitty doodle, a moody photograph series taken on your phone and write a cryptic caption, make a little ramble poem in your notes page, something entirely random on Canva, stupid drawings to tape to your laptop cover, write out your dream meal (appetizer, main, dessert), journal about the very earliest memory you’ve ever had, create your own song lyrics, hum a melody, dream up your dream outfit (and then later try to thrift it), write a letter
ESPECIALLY when faced with like long stretches of obligations. It hits me most at work.
My husband and I call it “the prayer of I must”. When you feel that despair/stifling/listless energy rising, sometimes I wonder if it’s your inherent creative spirit BEGGING to stretch.
It doesn’t need to be a whole thing, just one small tiny courageous act of self expression, even if it’s secret
16 hours ago