Waiting to the last minute has been my style when it comes to getting things done.
Several months ago Jenny Doh asked four other women and me to embark on a creative project that she had in the works. I was flattered to be asked and said yes without a moment of hesitation.
Of course, I waited until mid-June before tackling what is due in August. Waiting to the last minute meant I calculated what had to be done, how much time I thought it would need. Then when that last-minute arrived I jumped in. Which during the last fifty-four years it has worked for me. But, lately, a new twist has cramped my work method unexpected events have been tossed in, causing last minute to be last seconds, dare I say nanoseconds.
Dang unexpected pressure (!) doubled when my creative self-drew a big chunky blank. I flipped out, because this project is 100 percent creative, and my creative went on vacation without notice, nor with a forwarding address.
What do you do to get your creative juices flowing? Where do you find your Mojo? Who or What is your Muse?
Try as I may pump my juices (going to the brocante), sing to my Mojo (called my mom), and flirting with the Muse (listening to music while pinning), my motor would not start.
Flustered and furious with myself I threw down the drafts that I was working on… and as they fluttered to the floor, one of the drafts landed on the console where an old piece of satin ribbon laid. And BINGO, just like that I felt a creative surge, the project unfolded with a vision from something so simple as a piece of paper falling gracefully on a piece of old satin ribbon.
Isn't life's creative flow like that… one unexpected moment cracks the river stone and roars.
Is the river roaring or sleeping for you these days?
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