Thursday, July 31, 2014

Itchy fingers

Do you know that feeling? Like you're supposed to be doing something, but you forgot what it was? Something fun, like a party invitation or a new book on your nightstand is tickling the edge of your consciousness, but hasn't pushed its way through to the front yet? I've had that feeling about this blog lately, that there is something I'm supposed to do here, and that it's awesome. So here I am, showing up after a seven year hiatus, to this lovely pink space. I'm just going to show up here and let my fingers lead me to whatever that special something is. It might take awhile, and I'm ok with that. I should probably do some housekeeping here, check out the links on the sides and see if they still exist, if I still read them. Maybe take a picture. My family has doubled in size since I was last here. And yet. Here I am; I am likely the same person.

I have been feeling more creative impulses lately. Does that happen to people, generally? That their creative impulses really do pulse throughout their lives, ebbing and flowing over a matter of months or years? I have been looking for the cracks in my days and my life where I can squeeze in more creative work, where I can take advantage of the impulses while they are here. I have been doodling and daydreaming. I have been hearing music differently, seeing colors more vividly, trying to figure things out more frequently. I have been playing. I have been reading. I have been thinking about lifelong goals and aspirations. I have been thinking about writing.