I know what stops me. Creative ADD.
I love the writing, but I do it all day. I don’t always want to “work” again when I get home.
So, I do my art. The ATCs, journals, mixed media pieces.
... and flowers!)
I’ll knit. I have projects stacked up and holidays impending. I’m knitting a lot these days.
I’ll cook and play with recipes. Gotta eat – and it’s fun to be creative in the kitchen.
I’ll work on the yard or see a friend or just go do something altogether different.
Sometimes, I write.
What would I do if I knew I couldn’t fail? Maybe I’d do a better job pulling together my family book (cookbook, photos, stories). Maybe I’d even finish it. Maybe.
Telling my story, the family stories – that matter to me. Oh, sure. I would be wonderful if it was of such scope as Roots or so immediately personal as the autobiographies I enjoy. My life’s not that interesting, and posting what I do on The Marmelade Gypsy probably already extends everyone’s patience!
But as I tell people who share their grieving stories with me – in talking (or writing) about them, the people, animals, events continue to have a life. That’s why I want to do it. To continue a life.
And maybe – on a good day – I tell that story in the art or photos. And sometimes, I even add the words! (It's hard to tell, but the little girl on the left edge of the collage is my mom!)
Can I make my dreams come true? I think, yes. I think, every day. One word, photo or collage at a time.