Some say, go forth and never look back.
Leave the past behind and chart a new course.
But if we refuse to reflect on where we’ve been, how’s it that we make any effective progress?
How can we then measure ourselves in terms of where we are compared to where we’ve been?
For so long, I disregarded my creativity as a nuisance; an inconvenient, unusual quality that left me out of the box we call ‘normality’. I shut it out for the sake of living a safe and ordinary lifestyle - trying to fit in for people that in hindsight, weren’t really worthy of my attention anyway.
That creativity within me started to quite literally, die.
And so did I in some way.
The girl that filled pages of countless notebooks with colorful drawings as a child was all but a black and white memory.
And that’s when my life hit a wall.
I was unexpectedly let go from my cushy, safe job with a 401K.
I was in my second year of college with no clue of what degree I wanted to pursue, and what I wanted to do with my life in general.
I was freaking lost.
But I had some canvases and some sketchbooks still. And some charcoal and watercolor pencils, too.
And so I started drawing again.
Then I taught myself to paint. Acrylics, watercolors.
Sketchbook after sketchbook was filled.
And I realized, without my art, I wasn’t filled.
I promised myself I’d never turn away from my creativity again.
Without art, without creativity, I was just an empty page.
Truth is, what’s passed is a part of us.
All the scars, the trials and tribulations, are a measurement of our growth - the mark of our well-traveled journeys.
To reflect on those journeys is what gives us a more chiseled , guided edge as we carve out our paths in this life. It solidifies our purpose.
Take a good look at yourself.
Are you where you want to be?
Are you following your dreams?
Are you happy?
Don’t be afraid to take the road less traveled. Do what your soul craves.
In the words of Rumi,
Set your life on fire.
Seek those who fan your flames.