I am very lucky to have so many creative friends. Many are extremely talented artists, photographers, thespians, musicians, dancers, and writers. When I place this label amongst my circle, I do not mean this is what they do for fun, I mean this is what they do.
I believe that I was quite lucky to grow up in a home that encouraged creativity. It makes it that more fun when you see other friends, later in their life, discover that they had this knack for creating beautiful pieces of art, or they can assemble some crafty object, or they figure out they have an innate talent for performance. It's like a whole new world has opened up for them, and they simply just can't get enough.
I sort of view that like the adult who never grew up with any form of spiritual direction. These are the people that may or may not have gone to church, and then as an adult they found their way and now they want to shout it from the rooftops. Again, I feel completely blessed to have been brought up in a home that actually went to church each Sunday.
With all of that being said, having a well rounded life is essential to the quality of life you create for yourself. I think it's never to late to learn, become, renew, transcend to what may be nesting deep inside of you.
When I look around at the ways I try to be more creative, or spiritual, or whatever it is I need to make my life more pleasant, I try to hone in on what my purpose is.
But therein lies the problem - I don't think there is a clear path just yet. Take this blog, for example. I don't really have a theme. Nothing that will catapult me to "blogger extraordinaire" status. I write about my life, which in all honesty is not incredibly interesting. That's why I call this little online journal - Destination Unknown. I have no idea where I am going with this thing. I don't have a niche, because personally, I can't be put inside a box. (And let's be honest for a minute, nobody puts baby in the corner.) I want to always be evolving. I don't want to be known as a Macon Blogger (because, God willing, this is not my final destination.) I don't want to be known as a mommy blogger (well, that's not going to happen, because, I simply don't breed.) I don't want to be known as a travel blogger, or an art blogger, or a mental illness blogger, or an expert in any particular subject. I want to write about what I see, what I hear, what I taste, how I feel, and most importantly, what that all means in the grand scheme of things.
My writer friends all have a niche. I don't. Truth be told - I don't want it. I just want to experience the journey, not get confined to any one way or the other. I want to express myself - HERE. Because the truth is, I am not allowed that option very often in my daytime world. I work in Public Relations/Marketing/Media Relations. Not only that, I have one of those positions in our downtown arts community that requires you to be a bit of a cheerleader (something I always roll my eyes at.) I love my community, but I was never a fan of kool-aid.
Recently there was an initiative to get the creatives in town to intervene and encourage others to be playful. Seriously. I am now a member of the Macon League of Creative Interventionists, and the people in this group are seriously some of my favorite people in town. I say that honestly. Everyone had a beautiful spirit about the project potential, and it was nice to be around this group of caring, yet fun individuals. The people with the less than stellar attitude, thank goodness, were a no show. It gave me a little hope, that while I embark on the theme word of the blog this year (LIVE,) that there will be some opportunity for me to do so in a more imaginative way.
So a new chapter approaches this spring. I'm going solo in the love arena, I am content with my place at home. Work is going well - a little stressful, but nothing I can't handle. No crazy goals, just trying to get it done. A lot of moving pieces, you know? Last night, my roomie came home with some margarita mix and I was happy as a lark. We sat on the balcony, with the cool breeze and warm Georgia sun setting in the back ground.
We chatted and laughed. We listened to music. Then we came inside, curled up in our respective chairs, ate a little dinner and watched "American Hustle."
Folks - this is a good place to be. I'm blessed beyond measure - with a ton more of good stuff in store. It is not easy, and more often than not, I hope and pray that I will find that someone to share everything with... but for now, I'm in a good place. I am peaceful.. with no real purpose, just a traveler on a journey.