I torture myself with Imposter Syndrome. I always have. Even when I got paid for my writing, it felt odd to call myself a writer. And though I’m a lifelong crafter, I feel uneasy calling myself an artist. But I am both a writer and an artist.
In a recent bout of insomnia, I read an interview in The New Yorker with Julia Cameron about The Artist’s Way — described as a workbook for creative unblocking. Having written many chapters but never finished a novel/memoir some years ago, I was intrigued.
The book arrived last night and I’m hooked. Today I began the practice of Morning Pages, three pages of longhand, stream-of-consciousness writing that’s done first thing in the morning. And I’ve been writing through the week one exercises in my journal. It feels like a bit like therapy—in the best way. My brain feels more free. And my negative self talk is quieter.
I admit that I didn’t entirely believe the hype that the book is life-changing. It seemed hokey. But I can already feel a shifting in my mindset. The Artist’s Way is called “a course in discovering and recovering your creative self” and I’m feeling hopeful. I’m open to the possibilities of what could be and I’m looking forward to the process.
On this day…
- 1 year ago: Family cuddle
- 2 years ago: First poppies of 2020
- 3 years ago: Making planting plans
- 4 years ago: Paisley’s reminder
- 5 years ago: Shower under the stars
- 6 years ago: Saving us from salmonella