One of my coworkers and his wife had a baby girl yesterday.
I’m thinking about them, and remembering the birth of my own first child.
Creating something new. What a magical process, and what an anchor to our humanity.
What a terrifying, exhausting, consuming act it is to make oneself into a creative vessel, and then, when the time is right, deliver what we’ve conceived and made into the world.
Creativity, it seems to me, is the ultimate act of faith in the world, faith in the future, faith in ourselves and others.
Faith can be hard for me. Trust is even harder.
Yet I am compelled to create, just as I felt compelled to be a mother.
I forget sometimes that creativity is a journey from conception through patience and labor to, ultimately, delivery.
Except delivery, of course, isn’t the end of the journey, but the beginning of a new one.
About a month ago (I had to look back in my notes – it seems like a year ago!) I suddenly decided I wanted to redesign and uplevel this blog.
Step by step, I’ve been working toward that goal ever since, in a daze of inspiration and creativity. I’ve made sketches and notes, researched other popular and award-winning blogs for design ideas, sorted through hundreds of images, written word lists, created new categories for my content, and worked with a web designer.
It’s going to be beautiful. I wish I could show you the inside of my head as a preview!
It’s also going to be wider in scope, more ambitious, and more authentically expressive.
Creativity forces us to be bigger, and that’s uncomfortable. Once your belly has stretched over a baby, it’s forever changed. There’s no going back.
In order to create my new website, I need to step beyond my comfort zone in several ways, and stretch, and fall back on patience, trust, faith, and resilience.
It’s a stony road, but the vision in my head is so compelling I don’t always notice.
Today, a day off from my bread-and-butter job, was The Day I was going to finally start building the site. All the pieces are in place, all the elements collected. I’ve watched tutorials on using the software I chose to build with. I could hardly wait to start.
Starting looked like opening everything up and sitting in front of the screen without a clue.
For three hours I struggled with more tutorials, trying to find definitions for terminology, and trying to understand how to use this amazing, beginner-friendly, software!
I paused and emailed my web designer. I’m going to need help. We made an appointment for the end of the month.
I don’t want to wait that long. I dove back in. Surely I can figure this out!
At the point I felt torn between hurling the laptop out the window or bursting into tears (maybe both), I set my notes and the laptop down on my work surface (gently!) and walked away.
Sometimes there’s nothing else to do.
I went outside and sat in the sun. It’s a gorgeous day, sunny and warm. It’s also the height of black fly season, and I’m half demented and a little sick from several vicious bites incurred earlier in the week. I’ve always had trouble with insect venom, and it’s unbelievable how savage these tiny insects can be. If you’ve never experienced them, you won’t know what I’m talking about, and I can’t adequately explain.
Anyway, right now it doesn’t pay to linger, uncovered, in the sun, but I gave myself a few minutes to enjoy the birds, the new green growth, and the warmth while I struggled with my frustration.
I thought of that new baby, and I sighed.
Creation takes time.
Conception, labor, delivery, and whatever comes after, take time.
Living creatively is a journey, not a destination.
It is, after all, a day off. Am I going to choose to beat my head against this wall or leave it and go on to something else, like writing this post?
The post I wanted to write was the introduction to my new site!
Not yet. It’s not time.