You have beautiful delicious things inside of you. They’re waiting for you to spend a little time with them. Tease them out. Play with the potential of what they could become.
You know this. You know that you are capable of brilliant things. You know that you are here to create something that lasts, something has the potential to touch other people. And you even have some ideas percolating around in your mind about what this might look like, about the marvellous things you might create. Maybe you even scribble down notes and save clippings that you’ll work on later.
So, you start another project. Follow another trail of inspiration. Your reading list doubles and can’t help but follow more and more people on Instagram. You soak it all up. More and more inspiration. More and more knowledge. But the more you feed the beast, the more it needs to consume.
Turn off your phone.
Lock it a box.
Vow to a life of long walks and conversations.
Feel your fingers twitch; eager to scroll.
Forget how to wake up, how to get anywhere without it.
Put it in another room and check on it when you have to. I think now you have to.
You still start your day sucking in the noise. Comparing and contrasting before you’ve even had your morning piss. You brought your notebook to the coffee shop and that book you’ve been meaning to read but you barely thumbed the pages and you definitely didn’t take the lid off your pen.
Your eyes have been glued to the tabs and the pages and the scrolling and the clicking. The red box with a heart and the number that shoots dopamine like a dagger. Refresh. Refresh again.
Your art doesn’t stand a chance.
At this rate it will live and die only within you.
Only as an idea.
Give yourself a chance to be as brilliant as you were born to be. Set aside just 10 minutes for you and your thoughts. Talk amongst yourself. Listen. Reach inward.
You’ve been dying for this moment. To exhale and allow. To create nothing and everything. To write down words that form terrible sentences and create art that makes your eyes hurt.
Shit work but work, nonetheless.
Something from nothing that leads to bigger things. Greater things.
Time with yourself to process.
A moment of quiet.
A moment of creation.
That’s all you need to remember, sweet babe:
You are not here to consume.
You are here to create.