This past weekend, I've been reminded of how much I miss being creative. For me, my creative journey all started with music when I was about 7 years old. A way to express myself. A young boy, not knowing where he fit into this world. Always feeling isolated and different to everyone else. Music was my outlet. My way of communication. Not necessarily to another person, but just releasing what was inside of me.
Photography soon became one of my next creative outlets. Always wanting to use my Dad's film camera to take a photo of anything I could....until I'd get in trouble for wasting too much film.
For the past few months, I've been feeling the need for creativity again in my life. It's been knocking and knocking and knocking, but I just haven't been listening. Instead, my mind has been getting in the way. 'You can't waste time on that, it won't lead to anything.' 'You need to get your shit together first, then you can have fun with that.' I've been putting up walls all around me. I literally have felt caged in, and more so, I think I've felt this way for a long time. I just haven't seen it until now.
But this past weekend, on a road trip with a few friends, I finally took the step and brought my camera along. I didn't really have an idea of what I'd shoot, but I just wanted to hit the shutter button and feel the aliveness that the little boy felt all those years ago.
I can tell you, it felt pretty damn good! It felt right. It felt natural. It felt easy, effortless, aligned, on path. A feeling so powerful yet so subtle.
I write this as a reminder. A reminder to anyone who has lost their way. A reminder to stop and listen. To take note of what lights you up. You don't need a reason to do it. Just do it.