Romneka G.

I don’t know about you but why does my creativity never hit when I’m literally sitting in front of my computer?? I swear…I’ll be driving or watching tv or talking with a friend or walking outside and so many ideas flood my mind. Most of them I actually think might be pretty cool lil topics and what not. So I jot them down, leave myself a voice note as one does. So when I get inside and I sit at my computer I can just dump it right on out, Right? Wrong.

It’s like soon as my foot steps inside my apartment, all of my brilliance just whooshes right out of my head. Poof. Gone. No more creativity. No more brilliance. Nothing but a laundry list of chores and “things that need to be done” live there now.

I know, easy solution…. write when you’re doing those things. Here’s the problem with that. Doing those things are supposed to be my way of stilling my mind and giving myself a reprieve. So if I use my break time to do creative work, when do I actually take a break? If my woosah in nature time is now my writing in nature time, when do I woosah?

It is easy to say oh find another way, but it was already a struggle to be consistent with this strategy. Resting and resetting my mental can’t be yoga and yoga alone. I love being in nature and not being beholden to anyone or anything while I’m on my daily walks. It is truly a time where I am able to simply just be with myself. Not all of us get that time. Not all of us have the luxury of having that time. I am now lucky enough to be one of those people, but not if I use that time to write.

Writing is a fun hobby of mine. Each and every time I try to make myself sit down for x amount of time to focus on writing, or answer this or that new writing prompt, my etch-a-sketch brain gets shaken and it takes real concentration. That is work. My hobby takes work, like all hobbies do. It is that this doesn’t feel or seem like work until it impedes on my woosah time and I deeply deeply do not like that. At all.

So what is this post about…nothing really. I treat this space sort of like my diary, minus all the personal bits about myself and my life because the internet is a very scary and mean place and I don’t want yall in my business like that. So I share what I share and then I move on.

Very much like this post about how annoying creativity can be sometimes. Because it can be. Doesn’t mean I don’t embrace it or see the value in it. Just means that sometimes, it can be frustrating and that’s ok. Life is frustrating and yet, here I am…here we are…still living, every.single.day.

And some days…. creativity just sucks.