No reading for a week.
You have got to be kidding me! How can anyone not read for a full week? That isn't even possible. I have to read for work - sort of. Okay, mostly I read emails while I work. And occasionally check out random stories on the internet. Somehow, I don't think work emails were what the author of The Artist's Way was referring to. I believe the object was to not read for pleasure in my spare time.
What does giving up reading have to do with recovering a sense of identity?
Reading is such an integral part of my life, I could not believe I was to go a week without doing so. And technically, I didn't. I wanted to finish the silly bit of fluff book I was reading first. A little selfish, a little defiant (for once in my life not blindly following directions), and maybe a little scared. If I couldn't read, what would I do?
And that is the very challenge of not reading.
If I couldn't pick up a book that meant I had to find something else to fill my time. I'd like to say I painted a picture, or sang a song, or even organized my closet. But, nope. Mostly I watched television. And it was not even good television. It was just a mindless time filler until the clock said I should get ready for bed.
Instead of all this creative energy pouring out of me...I watched TV.
This challenge put a spotlight on all I do to avoid letting my creativity loose. For some reason, I am still afraid to get out there and try new, maybe crazy, activities. Instead, I get lost in a book - someone else's artistry. I watch television when I could be doing anything else. I have yet to give myself permission to explore my creativity.
I am working on creating a space for myself.
I have a corner in my bedroom set up with a comfy chair and ottoman, surrounded by windows and flanked by an end table filled with my morning pages notebook, pens, some books, a pretty lamp and plenty of room for a steaming coffee mug. But, it is not really private. It works for contemplation, but not for creativity. So, I also started to set up an artist space in one of our spare bedrooms. It will be a space for me to retreat and experiment without interruption. I will soon have a room in which to paint, sew, write, craft, learn an instrument or anything else I want to try.
My own private space...it's a beginning.
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