Remember how I just did a blog like a week ago about perfectionism and how it kills the joy of creating? Well, this week I hit a wall. I just couldn’t stop the thoughts. I couldn’t stop inspections and needed to plan out the creative project verse just creating. I’m only human and I even fall back into old habits. So here I am holding myself accountable and reminding myself sometimes change sucks but it’s necessary to evolve and move forward and in this case it’s the only way for me to find happiness in creating again. So here I am writing this blog more for me than for anyone else.

MESSY IS MAGIC AND MAGIC IS EVERYTHING!

There’s a moment, just before the fingers start tapping to write, the pencil starts sketching, the paint brush hits the canvas, or the scissors cut the yarn where my brain lately has been like STOP!!!! What’s the plan? What do you want to say here? What colors go best together? LET’S MOOD BOARD THIS!!! I had to stop myself and say nope. Not happening. Not today girlie pop.

For the next 48 hours I’m going to create with zero regard to how it turns out or what anyone will think. I’m going to celebrate the messy, magical joy that is supposed to be spontaneous creation. I may even wear miss matched socks. Ok maybe not because that just gave me the ick. However spontaneous is supposed to be about rebellion. Like throwing a glitter bomb at a neat freak. That neat freak being perfectionism.

Creating without rules should tap into something primal and powerful. It’s creating something that sparks joy, thoughtfulness, curiosity, surprise, and most importantly an outlet for my sass and the crazy in my brain. It should be my playground. It should also be healing. I need to remember that perfection isn’t power. Creativity doesn’t need permission to exist. Creation is allowed to be bold, weird, and wild. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Rant over. Go make something magical, messy, and you. I think I’ll even be using something messy as the blog picture again. Something I wouldn’t normally post. Just know last time I did it, it made me so dang itchy and anxious.

XOXO,

Savi Monroe