When I'm inspired creatively, words flow through me like the electricity lights the bulb, as if by magic. When I'm inspired, words light up the pages of my notebooks, my pen tapping to the rhythm of my inner poetry. But when I'm blocked, the page is blank, the ukulele collects dust and the songs lay dormant in my throat.
There was a moment recently where I let the page be blank. I waited for the spark to strike, and I thought to myself, when will this creative block end?
And then I started to sing. Without the spark, I just started to sing again because I knew it was the right thing to do. I started to sing & write, and then I started to sing & write every day. The singing became the spark, and my inner pages lit up again with prose.
Sometimes we wait until the perfect moment to begin a project, to make something happen, or to be happy. Because of our conditioning, we are always waiting for something to come and make us happy.
When people say happiness comes...