Do what makes your heart sing, your soul dance and keep you fulfilled right? Yeah, it is so true. Having a very creative personality it is so difficult when you are constricted and unable to express yourself. Of course I am realistic and I know life is what it is, and we can’t just dance in the rain and be free to do what we want, and I’m not at all unhappy with the things I do on a daily basis. It is the creative side in me that rebels and reminds me constantly that is is deprived of truely great moments of expression.
I have my moments where I feel so unbelievably restricted, and at times it can feel quite claustrophobic.. almost like I desperately need to come op for air just to find that it is a brief gasp. I never realised how important certain things are to me and what meaning they hold but as I’m growing older and exploring the aspects of my personality I realize more and more what it is I want, and what I crave to feel fulfilled. I know I’m ambitious, which in itself makes things difficult. I had so much to prove to some people, which I have done and have gone above and beyond the small goals I set for myself. I suppose it circles back to the fact that I have satisfied certain needs, and in the process I have greatly neglected to satisfy my creative needs. I’m sure it is a very difficult concept for people who are not creative to grasp, but it really eats away at you, slowly but surely.
I have left work on so many nights determined to go home and do something creative, just to get there exhausted flopping down on the couch with very little in mind other than seeing the girls off to bed and going to bed myself. So what to do, how do you fill the empty gaps deprived of all the little pleasures you love in a world that is so unbelievably limited.
It feels like a curse, equipped with the desire to do so much but chained and unable to. At the moment I’m looking forward to a holiday that is already filled with so many mundane “have to do” tasks hoping there will be a few moments I can steal to be just me. If only I can refuel with a little bit of what I so desperately crave, then I can see another year through. If not, I’m sure it will be great, but my heart will only hum, and not sing again until it has been covered in paint stained brush strokes, or filled with the words of endless novels.
I have had a nagging feeling of desperation lately.
I haven’t put brush to canvas in ages and sorely feel the need to. Strange thing though, I have had moments where I stood painting and thought “just give it up”. I’m by no means super talented and have painted many things I thought came out horrible.
Thinking back to when my girls painted there first huge painting together, the process of meticulously planning it, their excitement and the satisfaction they felt after completing it. It makes me realize that it’s not about being super talented, but more about being able to have a vice where you can express yourself.
Sigh… I need the smell of oil paint and turpentine. Really need to steal some time and paint something…anything
Two friends were walking down a road and saw a crossroad ahead in sight
As they reached it they saw; to friendship turn left, to love turn right
So the friends took hands and gave each other a deep and caring look
And to the right they decided, this is the road they took
Whilst walking along holding hands their love began to grow
But a slight few cracks of sorrow also began to show
One friend turned toward the other with eyes filled with glistening tears
I have looked upon you and cared for you for so very many years
But you are not mine to have so love for you I cannot feel
In time my friend I hope that the heartbreak and hurt will heal
But this is the part in the road we are on, that we have to split apart
I’ll cherish your love, remember your kisses and forever hold you in my heart
They gave each other one final kiss and said a sad goodbye
They turned and slowly walked away and silently they did cry
After begging, nagging and pleading for a piece of canvas, I finally told the girls that I’ll take them to buy one during the school holiday. Jaime hatched a plan to make something beautiful using bits and bobs that we had around the house. They approached their project with lots of determination and enthusiasm. It […]