We are one month into the new year, and I’m still finalizing my intentions for the year. I’ve been so busy working with others on their transformation that I put my own work on the back burner, but I’m slowly catching up. I have been asking myself all kinds of questions.
What can I do to be 1% better this year?
What is important to me?
How do I ensure this year isn’t a repeat of woulda, coulda shoulda?
How will I make this year different than any other?
I genuinely want the answers. There was a time, years (and years, and years) ago when I was a writer, artist, and photographer. I spent time curating these skills. I had a thriving homesteading and art blog, I felt like myself, and my creativity was inspired by everything around me.
Over the last decade, creativity has dwindled to be barely recognizable. The reasons, or should I say excuses, have stacked up, but the one I recognize the most is the loss of myself. I was so lost in other people’s baggage, as I talked about in my previous post, that who I am became dormant with all her creativity.
It wasn’t until I worked through my Reverberation Workbook in December that I realized how much I valued creativity and what a gaping hole it’s left in my life. Creativity is input for me. When I live in the flow of creativity, what I produce (output) is SO MUCH BETTER. My input versus output has been out of balance for far too long.
Output: The emotional energy, time, and resources given to others. Externally driven.
Input: Self-care strategies that replenish your emotional and energetic needs. Internally driven.