[Buddy Read] Big Magic Pt 2: Permission

Hello, and welcome back to Lady Gets Lit!

ICYMI, my good friend Erin @ Flappers and Philosophers and I decided to do another writing discussion series. Throughout the month of July, we’re going to be reading and discussing Elizabeth Gilbert’s creative manifesto, Big Magic. If you’re interested, here’s my first post in the series!


You do not need anybody’s permission to live a creative life.

from “Your Permission Slip”

This section of the book rocked me harder than I expected.

After all, I’ve just come off of Round 2 of The Artist’s Way. I’ve been writing—fiction—for over half my life at this point. I openly call myself a writer to pretty much anyone I meet.

And yet—in so many ways, I’m still waiting around for someone else to give me permission to live my creative dreams.

In the beginning of the section titled Permission, Gilbert begins by describing her parents. Despite being staunch Republicans, they decided what they wanted to do in life and did it, without asking permission. They raised Gilbert to see the world this way.

Here’s the thing: Gilbert acknowledges that a lot of us don’t have parents like hers. It’s pretty common, in creative circles, to bemoan parents who just don’t “get it,” who maybe want what’s best for us, but only when that looks the way they think it should.

I love my parents dearly. They love and support me in so many ways and are always available when I need advice. But that’s just the problem: I’m so good at asking for advice, asking for permission, that I don’t even notice when I’m taking power away from myself.

I completely understand this need for validation; it’s an insecure pursuit, to attempt to create. But if you’re working on your craft every day on your own, with steady discipline and love, then you are already for real as a creator, and you don’t need to pay anybody to affirm that for you.

from “Schooling”

Up until this week, I’d been seriously considering applying to MFA programs in creative writing. Despite all the years I’ve spent denying that I need a creative education in any formal sense, I’d decided that I wanted the experience—even though my conservative estimate shows me I’d be taking out $40,000 in student loans.

Elizabeth Gilbert talked me out of this. And it’s not just because of the section she spends bemoaning how many young writers do just that—put themselves in mega debt to get a piece of paper that says they’re serious about their craft. I realized that, for the most part, I want an MFA for the wrong reasons.

I want to spend 2-3 years honing my craft in the occasional company of other writers. I want writing mentors (despite the fact that I’m terrified of other writers, especially published ones). But more than that, I want an MFA because it will be a sign that I’m a Real Writer, and that other people in my life have to take me seriously.

The hard truth: just as I’m always seeking permission from external sources, I’m also far too concerned about making sure that everyone else takes me seriously as an artist.

I feel like I’ve spent half my life trying to justify my writing to other people, whether it’s telling my parents I want a master’s degree to make it easier to teach, or whether it’s holding myself to a ridiculously high standard and expecting myself to write to a specific word count each week. I treat writing like a part-time job when what it’s really supposed to be is fun. But I do this because I’m afraid that if I don’t treat my art like it’s serious business, no one else will treat it like it’s important.

In reality, it doesn’t matter what I do, people will always have their opinions about me. There will be plenty of people throughout my life who think it’s ridiculous that I got a B.A. from the University of Tulsa just to work at Starbucks and write novels I won’t let anyone read (yet). There will be plenty of people who think I’m wasting my potential no matter what I decide to do next. If I ever do publish a book, there will be people who say it sucks, people who say I can only write what I know, people who think I should stick to writing what I know.

Let people have their opinions. More than that—let people be in love with their opinions, just as you and I are in love with ours. But never delude yourself into believing that you require someone else’s blessing (or even their comprehension) in order to make your own creative work. And always remember that people’s judgements about you are none of your business.

from “Pidegeonholing”

I’ll be the first to say that I have a long way to go on this journey toward living my best creative life.

This week has surfaced a lot of insecurities I didn’t even recognize that I had. I’m still not sure if I want to go back to school someday or if I’m dreaming the wrong kind of dream entirely. Hell, I don’t even know if I should just rough draft my entire WIP or if I should slow it down, do some re-writing as I go, and see if I can write something I don’t completely hate.

What I do know is this: creative expression through writing is the most important part of my existence…but it also doesn’t matter that much.

Nothing I do or don’t write will change the world. It may not even change my world. Maybe I will die having never published a novel. Maybe I’ll wind up teaching high school English like everyone in my life seems to think I should. Either way, I’m going to keep writing, because it brings me joy—and I can’t imagine my life without it.

Have you read Big Magic? Do you ask permission instead of following your heart? Let me know in the comments! Until next time,

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[Buddy Read] Big Magic Pt 1: Courage + Enchantment

Hello blogosphere, and welcome back to Lady Gets Lit!

Today, I’m bringing you a different kind of discussion post.

Inspired by both my recent buddy read with Dani @ Perspective of a Writer and my journey through The Artist’s Way with Erin @ Flappers and Philosophers, I’m bringing you another discussion series.

This time, Erin and I are reading our way through Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear.

Readers of all ages and walks of life have drawn inspiration and empowerment from Elizabeth Gilbert’s books for years. Now this beloved author digs deep into her own generative process to share her wisdom and unique perspective about creativity. With profound empathy and radiant generosity, she offers potent insights into the mysterious nature of inspiration. She asks us to embrace our curiosity and let go of needless suffering. She shows us how to tackle what we most love, and how to face down what we most fear. She discusses the attitudes, approaches, and habits we need in order to live our most creative lives. Balancing between soulful spirituality and cheerful pragmatism, Gilbert encourages us to uncover the “strange jewels” that are hidden within each of us. Whether we are looking to write a book, make art, find new ways to address challenges in our work, embark on a dream long deferred, or simply infuse our everyday lives with more mindfulness and passion, Big Magic cracks open a world of wonder and joy.

from Goodreads

Within the first few pages of Big Magic, I knew this book would wind up being important to me. It already came highly recommended by several of my close friends. Despite the fact that I’ve never read Eat Pray Love or any other of Gilbert’s books, I knew from the first few pages that her writing style resonated deeply with me.

When I refer to ‘creative living,’ I am speaking more broadly. I’m talking about living a life that is driven more strongly by curiosity than by fear.

from ‘An Amplified Existence’

I have always been terrified of my own creativity.

Yes, I’ve always been writing, always found solace in my own words when I couldn’t find it anywhere else. But I’ve also always been too petrified to share the words that mean the most to me.

I live in fear, both that I won’t ever “make it” as a writer, won’t ever be able to publish my work, and that I will publish something and everyone will see how much of a fraud I am as a writer.

What struck me most about Elizabeth Gilbert’s words on courage is just how much fear is a part of it. She writes that creativity isn’t a path for the fearless at all, but rather that we need to embrace our fears.

This was so transformative for me to read. I’ve always felt that I’m not a strong enough writer because I’m so damn scared of my own words. A real writer wouldn’t be so afraid of what success might bring.

Instead, Gilbert argues that fear is a natural part of being a creative—because creativity requires that you jump into the unknown, and that’s what fear is really about. Instead of trying to get rid of fear, we’re to make space for it, while not allowing it to drive us.

Funny enough, this little pep talk was exactly what I needed right now.

Although I’ve been showing up to the page regularly, I’m terrified of my own WIP. I’ve said this before, but this time I mean it: this is the most personal, most emotional, most terrifying novel I’ve ever attempted to write. I’m horrified that I will get it wrong, that my characters will be flat and frustrating rather than nuanced and lovable in all their flaws. Even worse, I’m terrified of what will be said about me if I can’t write this right.

Reading the first section of Big Magic was the kick in the pants I needed.

Rather than trying to squash my terror because it seems un-writerly, I’m working to make space for it. I’m using my morning pages to acknowledge what’s holding me back, but I’m not letting my fear of failure keep me from trying in the first place.

I believe we are all capable at times of brushing up against a sense of mystery and inspiration in our lives.

from ‘Hard Labor vs. Fairy Dust’

Just like with The Artist’s Way, Big Magic is forcing me to suspend my argumentative disbelief in anything bigger than myself. I have to at least try to believe in the magic of inspiration.

In this segment of the book, Gilbert outlines her creative belief system, in which “ideas are a disembodied, energetic life-form” who are constantly seeking to be made manifest through collaboration with a human being.

Ideas, she writes, come knocking at our mental doors every day, and most of the time we don’t even realize they’re there. When we sit up and pay attention, though, we can enter into a contract with the idea, where we commit to help the idea become manifest in some form.

Gilbert also argues against the notion that great artists are geniuses; rather, she subscribes to the Roman concept that creatives have a genius, a “guardian deity, the conduit of your inspiration.” Society has done a disservice to artists, since Roman times, by labeling them as geniuses, because it creates an impossible bar that they can never surpass.

Most of being a creative, according to Elizabeth Gilbert, is showing up and doing the work, whether or not your genius shows up that day.

I don’t sit around waiting to write until my genius decides to pay me a visit. If anything, I have come to believe that my genius spends a lot of time waiting around for me—waiting to see if I’m truly serious about this line of work.

from ‘Let It Come and Go’

Reading Big Magic reminds me just how hard I am on myself.

I expect myself to be some sort of genius, some sort of fearless writerperson who poops out brilliant stories like it’s nothing. In reality, all I can do is show up and hope that the creative forces that are external to me will take pity on me and give me some help when I really need it. But ultimately, that’s all I need to do: show up to the page and see what happens.

Really, it’s quite freeing.

What do you think? Have you read Big Magic? What’s your take on how creativity works? I’d love to know your thoughts! Until next time,

An Incredibly Long-Winded Ramble || The Artist’s Way Wrap-Up

Hello! Christine here! Welcome back to LADY GETS LIT!

First off, let me just apologize for having been so absent over the past couple of weeks. Turns out that starting back at my old job has been more of a transition than I wanted to admit. I’ve been adjusting to the sleep schedule, actually working closer to full-time hours, the sheer amount of energy I have to expend in any given shift… so needless to say, my blogging time has really slipped through the cracks.

But I’m here now, bringing you a very special post: the wrap-up to my collaborative blog series with Erin @ Flappers and Philosophers!

ICYMI, here’s the intro post, explaining why we decided to do this project and what The Artist’s Way is all about. But here’s the TL;DR: The Artist’s Way is a book and creative recovery journey by Julia Cameron. Throughout the 12-week process, participants undergo a kind of spiritual journey toward letting to of what’s keeping them blocked and getting back to the heart of their creative self. If you want to journey back through my previous posts in the journey, please do!

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

Semisonic, “Closing Time”

I’ve been putting off writing this post for weeks now. Actually, it’s the whole reason I neglected to even write my Week 12 Check-In, although I did journal about it in my morning pages. I wasn’t ready for The Artist’s Way to be over. To be quite honest, having committed to this project is the one thing that kept me blogging over the last couple of months.

If I had to sum up the Artist’s Way in only a few words, for someone who’s never heard of it, much less gone on the journey, I would have to say this: The Artist’s Way isn’t a 12-week journey—it’s a lifelong journey.

Since this is my second time going through the 12-week process, I thought I’d share a little bit of what I’ve learned, what major shifts have occurred in my life over the past few months, and where I hope I’m headed next.

I began to take what’s working and leave what’s not.

Perhaps the simplest, but most important aspect of The Artist’s Way journey is learning to listen to yourself. It sounds like it would be incredibly easy, but the truth is that we are all influenced by external voices that tell us what we “should” be or do, how we “should” create—namely, that we shouldn’t create at all, unless it’s just a hobby.

The hardest part of the process, for me, is committing to doing Artist Dates, weekly adventures alone with yourself where you explore what your inner artist child needs and wants to do. I’m certainly not afraid of being alone, but I definitely don’t invest enough time in letting myself play, which is ultimately what creative recovery is all about.

Throughout the process, though, I learned to let go of things that are no longer serving me, whether it’s a job, a toxic friendship, a set of feelings about a situation, or even a story idea. Through listening to myself (especially through morning pages), I learned to listen to what I need and act accordingly—even if it means hurting someone else’s feelings by not living up to their expectations for me.

I acknowledged that I am a workaholic, just not in the traditional sense.

If you’ve followed my weekly updates, you know that I finally acknowledged the reality that I turn everything—including this blog—into work when it doesn’t have to be.

Because I’m addicted to feeling like I’m a productive citizen of my capitalist society, I let everything come before my right to play at writing. My need to feel productive not only keeps me from doing the self-care I need in order to be a happy and healthy person, but it also contributes to all the ways I sell myself short when it comes to my writing.

This is something I’m probably going to have to work through for quite some time. I will not say that I’ve mastered it, but I’ve done the hardest thing, which is becoming aware.

I began to re-frame my idea of what spirituality means.

Since growing up and abandoning my Christian faith, I’ve really struggled to have any God concept at all. Doing the Artist’s Way forced me to confront the reasons I’m so dead set on believing there is no god, and thus started me on the path to exploring what having faith in something beyond humanity would look like, for me specifically.

I won’t say that I’ve suddenly become religious; that’s not realistic, and honestly it’s just not me. But I’ve definitely started to open myself up to the possibility that I’m not in this alone, that maybe the Universe is looking out for me in whatever sense, and wants me to succeed and be happy.

I’ve started noticing all the tiny ways that things work out the way they need to (even when they don’t work out the way I want them to). I’ve re-committed myself to yoga and meditation, because I recognize that the most important thing I can do is be present with what is in each moment. Most importantly, I am open to that which is currently beyond my own understanding.

I’ve re-imagined what it means to be a writer, and what writing looks like in my life.

I’ve always been a writer, as long as I can remember, and I’ve been actively writing fiction for more than half my life at this point. That being said, I’ve always (but especially lately) put too much emphasis on quantifying my writing in ways that are ultimately really constricting.

As a writer, I feel the need to prove to the non-writing world just how much of a writer I am. It’s not enough to show up to the page each day and make something; I feel like I need to be able to show something of myself. It’s one of the draws to blogging, and it’s the reason I tend to record my weekly and monthly word counts—because if I can’t show something of my writing, am I really writing?

Doing the Artist’s Way this time around forced me to confront the ways I’ve turned writing—my passion—into work. Yes, there are aspects of writing novels that are damn hard…but it’s not supposed to be work all the time. If I’m not using my writing time as play time, as an exploration of who I am and how I’m feeling, and then turning that into a story, then what the hell is the point? If writing isn’t fulfilling on an deep internal level, there’s no point.

So I’m re-framing the way I look at writing. Instead of keeping track of word count, I’ve been clocking hours spent on my craft. Instead of only counting the hours I spend actively writing at my WIP, I’m tallying up time spent doing morning pages, time spent outlining or working on my plot, even time spent hashing out the story with a friend. Hell, I’m even counting the Artist Date I took this week—because moments I spend nurturing my inner artist are important steps toward becoming the artist I want to be.

I am actively working on letting go of my constant anxiety about time.

I turned 29 during this go round with the Artist’s Way, and it really hit me like a ton of bricks. At 29, I feel like I should have more of my life together than I actually do. As a kid, I imagined that I’d already be published by now. It’s only as I’ve gotten older that I’ve realized just how long a process it is to become who you are meant to be—as a writer, but also as a human.

I am still figuring out who I am. I know I’m a writer, that I’m meant to create in that way, but I don’t know what that will look like five or ten years from now. I don’t know where I’ll be living, who my closest friends will be, whether I’ll still be blogging even six months from now. Hell, I don’t even know what I want this blog to look like next week, much less a year from now.

And I’m okay with all of that. The idea that I should have my life together, especially as a writer, is based on a false calculation of my own trajectory as a person, based on other people’s idea of what I should be. The truth is, I’m meant to still be figuring it out, because as a writer, I’m really only just now hitting the puberty stage.

The only way I can continue to grow is if I remain open to the fact that I’m still figuring it all out, and trust that I’m on the right track toward doing so, eventually. I can only grow when I’m open to the reality that I will never really be done growing. I can only change when I’m open to whatever life brings.

TL;DR: What’s Next?

I’ve been really struggling with what to do about this blog lately.

On the one hand, I’m not really motivated to be a book blogger in the “traditional” sense. I haven’t felt like writing reviews, even though I’ve been reading some incredible books lately. I don’t have the emotional energy to blog hop the way I know I “should” if I want to grow my blog.

But on the other hand, I don’t relish the thought of giving up on blogging yet again.

So I’ll be here, at least every once in a while. At the beginning of this year, I promised myself I would post twice a month, and I think that’s a completely reasonable goal.

I want to use the coming weeks as an opportunity to explore my blogging voice, writing the posts I’m drawn to write, and interacting when I have the energy to really connect with other bloggers.

Maybe I will never be a big influencer in the blogosphere; maybe my blog will remain difficult to categorize; maybe I won’t get as many ARCs as I once did. I am okay with all of this.

I’d rather stay quiet and invisible while being myself than try to live up to someone else’s idea of success.

If you’re still here, having read through the entirety of this incredibly long-winded post, thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I know this blog isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I appreciate those of you who’ve stuck with me over the past several months.

Your support and kind encouragement mean the world to me, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on what I’ve discussed.

Are there any particular posting styles of mine that you appreciate and would like to see more of? How has your month been? Let me know any and all of your thoughts in the comments, and until next time,

The Artist’s Way: Week 11 Check-In

Welcome to Week 11 of my ongoing series on The Artist’s Way with Erin @ Flappers and Philosophers!

Erin and I are both going through The Artist’s Way, a 12-week course in self-discovery and creative recovery. Throughout the next three months, we’ll be sharing weekly updates on how it’s going, what we’ve learned, and how this process has affected our creative lives.

The Artist’s Way Week 11: Recovering a Sense of Autonomy

For me, Week 11 was about taking stock: where am I now, compared to where I was a few short weeks ago? Where am I planning to go? And how am I going to get there?

Because I’m so hard on myself, I often lose sight of what I’ve actually accomplished. This week, I made a list of the changes I’ve made—and the ones that seem to have happened through serendipity—since starting this journey. Surprisingly, a lot has changed, even though many of the changes are small ones. I’m learning to listen to what I need and leave behind things that aren’t serving me anymore. Even though I still struggle with being a workaholic, I’m working on being better about this. I’m working on accepting myself as a work in progress.

Week 11 Check-In

How many days this week did you do your morning pages? How was the experience for you? Have you recommended morning pages to anyone else? Why?

I’ve continued to stay true to my morning pages. I definitely don’t hit the three page mark, but I show up every single morning, regardless of how little I feel I have to say. I’m also re-framing how I look at pages; rather than just a great way to do self-care, I see the pages as an important part of my creative life. Even if I don’t have time to write fiction that day, writing morning pages is better than not writing at all. I’m exercising the muscle, and that’s what matters.

As I’ve continued to read over previous weeks’ morning pages, I’ve realized that I generally have the answer to my own problems…I just have to actually take action toward those solutions. I’ve begun to talk more openly about the power of morning pages in my life. When I’m asked to do anything in the morning hours, I speak up about needing time for the pages first. Even though I’m working earlier now, I still get up with at least half an hour to write first. It’s hard, but it’s worth it.

Did you do your artist date this week? (Have you considered scheduling an entire artist’s day? Whew!) What did you do? How did it feel?

Although I spent a lot of time alone with myself this week, I didn’t necessarily take a specific artist date. I tend to utilize my days off from work to “get things done” in the rest of my life. I can’t actually fathom taking an entire day as an artist date—but maybe that’s something I need to plan in the weeks to come. Maybe I owe that to myself.

Did you experience any synchronicity this week? What was it?

As I read over my morning pages, I discover moments when it seems like everything lined up to meet my needs. When I wrote about my job frustration and promised the Universe that I would do the work to solve my problem, the Universe gave me the answer I needed (even if it wasn’t 100% what I wanted).

Funny enough, I wrote about how I long for more writer friends, and an old friend of mine reached out. She asked if I wanted to be writing accountability partners and have weekly coffee dates to encourage each other’s creativity. And even though I don’t believe in some all-powerful force, I do believe that sometimes, when I put positive energy into the world and ask for help, it appears.

Were there any other issues this week that you consider significant for your recovery? Describe them.

I’m still working (heh) through my workaholism. I know this isn’t going to be an overnight thing. I’ve started forcing myself to take a break at night and just watching something on Netflix instead of forcing myself to keep reading until my eyes close on themselves. I’m trying to be kinder to myself, but it’s weirdly hard. This will be my big project going forward, even after I’m “finished” with The Artist’s Way.

Have you ever participated in The Artist’s Way? How was your week? Let me know in the comments, and that’s for stopping by! Until next time,

The Artist’s Way: Week 10 Check-In

Welcome to Week 11 of my ongoing series on The Artist’s Way with Erin @ Flappers and Philosophers!

Erin and I are both going through The Artist’s Way, a 12-week course in self-discovery and creative recovery. Throughout the next three months, we’ll be sharing weekly updates on how it’s going, what we’ve learned, and how this process has affected our creative lives.

Week 10: Recovering a Sense of Self-Protection

This week, for me at least, was about being brutally honest with myself—especially in regards to what I allow to come between me and my art.

For the first time, I recognized that I’m a workaholic, but not in the traditional sense. See, I let anything and everything become “work” to me in order to avoid giving myself time to play, creatively.

I use my most energetic hours to do things I “need” to do, which leaves me too drained to spend much time on creativity. I feel the need to justify the time I spend on things that bring me joy, like reading and writing, and then I define my sense of self-worth by my ability to produce. But the fact is, there are aspects of creativity that don’t produce anything, and those things are just as important.

This week was really impactful for me in the smallest of ways. I’m forging new, better habits surrounding how I look at work, and hopefully that will pay off in the coming weeks and months.

Week 10: The Check-In

How many days this week did you do your morning pages? Has reading your pages changed your writing? Are you still allowing yourself to write them freely?

I did the pages 7 days this week, but I’m really averaging more like 2 pages a day rather than 3. While I’d like to write more, I also recognize that I’m still showing up, which is better than abandoning it entirely. I definitely keep discovering new things about my creative process through writing the pages, which is what matters. I’m becoming more and more comfortable with writing about the things I would normally repress—like the fact that I’m a workaholic.

Did you do your artist date this week? What did you do? How did it feel?

I skimped out on my artist date again. Instead of doing something completely unproductive and fun, I went to the library to work on my AW tasks. I didn’t really let myself play like I wanted to. To be quite honest, I’ve been very distractible lately (I blame Gemini season; it always does a number on me). I need to look back over my list of things my artist child wants to do, and then actually do these things.

Did you experience any synchronicity this week? What was it?

By accident, I ended up with a whole week off between quitting my old job and starting my new one. While this should make me nervous financially, I’ve determined to use the extra time to spend with my artist child, doing things I love doing, and writing.

Were there any other issues this week that you consider significant for your recovery? Describe them.

My main issue right now: what to do about the fact that I am truly a workaholic.

For example, over the past few months, I’ve turned this blog into an obligation, a thing I “have” to do, rather than a hobby I enjoy doing. Sure, there are aspects of blogging that I love—writing discussion posts, and getting to share my thoughts with other bloggers through comments. But there is so much more to blogging than just the parts that I love, and I somehow make the “work” parts of blogging more important. Yes, it’s nice to have neatly organized posts with clever graphics, but isn’t the content the most important part? Why do I allow the process of organizing and scheduling posts become more important than anything else? These are issues I want to continue to work through in the coming weeks.

Have you ever participated in The Artist’s Way? How was your week? Let me know in the comments, and that’s for stopping by! Until next time,

The Artist’s Way: Week 9 Check-In

Welcome to Week 11 of my ongoing series on The Artist’s Way with Erin @ Flappers and Philosophers!

Erin and I are both going through The Artist’s Way, a 12-week course in self-discovery and creative recovery. Throughout the next three months, we’ll be sharing weekly updates on how it’s going, what we’ve learned, and how this process has affected our creative lives.

Week 9 focuses on Recovering a Sense of Compassion.

Obviously, this week was a bit rough for me; as I’ve discussed in previous Artist’s Way posts, it’s really hard for me to be compassionate with myself. One thing that helps seems to be treating my artistic self as a distinct, almost separate part of me. It sounds like psychobabble, but it’s a lot easier for me to be kinder to my so-called Artist Child when I see her as a separate entity, a child in need of my compassion.

Week 9 teaches us to focus on our Creative U-Turns, those moments when we abandoned a project or creative pursuit out of fear of failure (or fear of success). Julia Cameron teaches the art of being compassionate toward our past mistakes, particularly ones where we’ve set impossible goals for ourselves in order to justify our artistic life.

“The only cure for fear is love.”

Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way

Week 9 Check-In

How many days this week did you do your morning pages? Regarding your U-turns, have you allowed yourself a shift toward compassion, at least on the page?

I continued to do daily morning pages this week, although I’ve begun to fall off on actual page count. During the beginning of the Artist’s Way journey, I definitely felt like I needed the pages more. I had a lot to work through, a lot of actions I needed to take. Lately, though, I feel like things are slowly coming together; maybe it seems like I have less to say. Then again, I was also nearing the end of a giant spiral notebook this week, which usually inspires a sense of impatience in my journaling.

Regarding Creative U-turns: I’m working on self-forgiveness. I’ve taken a lot of wrong turns that I’m not necessarily proud of, but I’m also aware that each of these U-turns led me to the place I am now, which is exactly where I need to be. My biggest U-turns: giving up on revising my own work and jumping onto the next project out of fear of failure. So I’m working on developing hope for the future, but it’s admittedly slow going.

Did you do your artist date this week? Have you kept the emphasis on fun? What did you do? How did it feel?

To be quite honest, I almost forgot to do my artist date this week. It’s so much easier for me to focus on everything else I need to get done—tedious adulting tasks, cleaning, going to work, writing blog posts, working on my novel draft… but it’s a lot harder for me to purposefully take time to have fun. I stumbled into an artist date on Friday when I went to my favorite coffee shop again. I treated myself to a CBD latte and spent some time working on AW tasks—necessary reflection. Next week, I hope to plan my artist date as a priority, not an afterthought.

Did you experience any synchronicity this week? What was it?

I got to talk with one of my good friends whom I hadn’t seen in a while. This friend is someone who’s incredibly compassionate and caring and inspires me to be compassionate with myself. I let her take a look at the first chapter of my novel and she was so incredibly supportive. It reminded me that I don’t have to hide who I am, that I can share myself with people who believe in me. It also reminded me to treasure the friends I have who believe in my magic. I need them.

Were there any other issues this week that you consider significant for your recovery? Describe them.

The biggest issue I’m having right now is, unsurprisingly, time management. I’ve been trying to do blog hopping on my lunch break at work, which is really only so helpful. I’m starting to become concerned, because I’m working half the hours that I’ll be working in the not-so-distant future. I’ve been keeping a time log, but going forward I’m going to indicate the type of activity—whether it’s self-care, work-related, creative playtime, etc. Hopefully in the next couple of weeks I can become aware of where my time is going and reallocate some time to what matters.

Have you ever participated in The Artist’s Way? How was your week? Let me know in the comments, and that’s for stopping by! Until next time,

The Artist’s Way: Week 8 Check-In

Welcome to Week 11 of my ongoing series on The Artist’s Way with Erin @ Flappers and Philosophers!

Erin and I are both going through The Artist’s Way, a 12-week course in self-discovery and creative recovery. Throughout the next three months, we’ll be sharing weekly updates on how it’s going, what we’ve learned, and how this process has affected our creative lives.

Week 8 of the Artist’s Way is all about Recovering a Sense of Strength.

Through the tasks, we’re encouraged to reframe artistic loss as potential gain by asking what the next step is.

This is something I’m deeply familiar with. I feel like every time I finish drafting a novel, I’m faced with the reality of how much work the draft needs in order to be what I want it to be. I attempt to revise the work to make it better, but I’m overwhelmed with self-criticism. I rarely make much progress before I give up, acknowledging that some projects are better left as they are.

Instead of being self-critical, the Artist’s Way encourages us to be more gentle with our artist self. When faced with an artistic loss, we’re need to immediately take one small action to support our artist.

As I’ve mentioned before, doing nice things for myself is really difficult for me. So I’ve started each day’s morning pages by recording one nice thing I do for myself and one thing I accomplished that makes me feel proud.

Week 8 – The Check In

How many days this week did you do your morning pages? (Have you been very tempted to abandon them?) How was the experience for you?

I did the pages all 7 days this week, but I’ve begun to fall off when it comes to page numbers. Some days it feels like I have more to say than others. My time feels like it’s stretched incredibly thin, and I don’t seem to have enough time to do everything I want to do. The first thing I’m tempted to let slip through the cracks: self-care.

I know that yoga, meditation, and morning pages are the things that keep me grounded, the routine that sets me up for success in whatever I hope to accomplish that day. Still, I’m tempted to rush through these things, so I’m not really getting the benefits. I need to work on believing that self-care is my #1 priority.

Did you do your artist date this week? (Have you been allowing workaholism or other commitments to sabotage this practice?) What did you do? How did it feel?

This week I went to my local secondhand bookstore. I un-hauled a bunch of books that I was never going to actually read, or books that I’d read and didn’t need to keep around for any reason. While I was there, I wandered the shelves and soaked up the smell of old books and just generally had a great time. I did end up coming home with some new books—all nonfiction, because I’m trying (slowly) to get back into reading nonfiction. This artist date reminded me that bookstores and libraries are a sacred space to me—which is all the more reason I realized I need to quit my current job…

Did you experience any synchronicity this week? What was it?

My synchronicity is a bit weird, but it still feels like the Universe at work.

Last year, while doing the Artist’s Way the first time, I was really struggling with my job. I was frustrated with the managers I ended up working with; I was exhausted from always working at 5am; and I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. Through morning pages and other AW tasks, I realized I needed to find a new job. I stumbled into my current job at Barnes & Noble through a little bit of faith. Even though it’s technically only part time, I felt encouraged to do the right thing for my mental health, so I ended up quitting my former job.

Now, not quite a year later, I’m going the opposite direction, and it feels very strange. On the one hand, I’m backsliding into my old job and leaving my bookselling days behind me. On the other hand, I need to make more money. If I’m barely able to pay my bills, I’m not going to be able to put energy toward my writing, and I’m not going to be able to treat my artist child the way she deserves to be treated.

Were there any other issues this week that you consider significant for your recovery? Describe them.

Time still feels like my biggest issue, which is strange considering I’m barely working 20 hours a week right now. I never seem to have enough time to write, and I’m falling behind on blog hopping and even on writing posts (I skipped writing a review this week, in case anyone noticed). So going forward, I want to keep track of my time spent on various tasks and see where I’m losing time to things that aren’t important. I’m also reworking how I prioritized daily tasks in my bullet journal.

Have you ever participated in The Artist’s Way? How was your week? Let me know in the comments, and that’s for stopping by! Until next time,