It's been so long, I fear I may have forgotten how to write, though every day I sit in front of my work computer and type more than a sane person should in eight hours. Funny, I hadn't thought to consider my paid work writing, but most of it is.It's just that I'm not writing at GraceNotes, or in my journal, or on any of the scraps of paper that litter my workspace here at home, and so it feels as though I've forgotten how to write. And this scares me. But what I most fear is that I'm forgetting the fledgling, but hard-won, skill of tapping into my heart, of opening my mind and my time to inspiration—and just seeing what happens.
I don't know if setting a creativity goal for myself will get me any closer to learning to write my heart in the minutes I have available between tasks, but I know that if I don't start stretching my creativity muscles again soon, I'm a goner.
So, I snapped a few photos on my lunch today. The exercise felt good.
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