It’s late and cold and way past bedtime when I write this post. The neighbours’ lights are long extinguished and I sit in the half dark, with just the blue glow of my screen for company. Even the dog has gone to bed. There’s something comforting in this cocoon of quiet. With the day gone, and despite the late hour, I am filled with an inner peace that comes from spending time creating.
There are many of us out there. Creatives who toil into the night, or rise long before the sun has come up. I know some do both. It’s like an unrelenting call. A drive inside that feels like nothing else. To ignore it is madness, for going without slowly but surely sends one into a craze.
There are days I wonder if all the hours are worth it. I’ve been endlessly honing my skills for three years and still don’t feel like I’m any closer to getting there - where ever there is. But I tell myself everyday, just do a little bit more. And I do. Everyday. Because it fills my heart.
Every big journey needs a map. A guide to get us from A to B. The importance of this practise, this map plotting process, has only dawned on me lately. Where have I been? Why has it taken me so long? Better late than never, I guess. It’s still a long journey but maybe now, not so hard.