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Reflections of Creativity
It may be messy, but creativity offers us truth.
I have found that sometimes in order to write, I have to give myself permission to pour out anger and fear and upset onto the page. This is why some people who write describe writing as a form of therapy. Except for me, it is not necessarily writing about a subject to help me understand it or exploring something. It is simply about letting myself rage against every thought and feeling reeling within me and letting the creative process reflect truth back to me.
There are times when the idea of writing is overwhelming. It doesn’t matter if writing breathes life into my soul. It is also the thing that tears me apart and breaks me when I struggle or when the words won’t come or when an idea sits staring back at me from the page, refusing to provide me with anything other than the very beginning of its essence. But when I am broke by the lack of words, the creative process reflects truth back to me.
Tonight I am at odds with myself because I am at odds with the words that are not coming. I am at odds with ideas and noise and distractions and resistance and frustration. I am at odds with creativity, even as it reflects truth back to me. Truth that says the creative process is difficult and messy and asks me, is it worth it, writing?
