For the past few weeks, I’ve had not a sense of rhythm or routine. we’ve been in the midst of packing and moving our family from Seattle to Austin. My life is literally stuck in boxes, and I can’t wait to get out.
This is all helping me to see that creativity doesn’t just happen when I make space for it. I’ve had a few chunks of space in the last few weeks where I thought about doing some writing or brainstorming on a few projects, but I just haven’t had the impetus to do it.
Even though I talk a lot about making space to be creative, I’m aware that creativity doesn’t just happen when I make space for it. It builds over time to make that space productive when it comes. A few times over the past few weeks, I’ve longed for a return to some kind of normal routine. But, I don’t really like the idea of routine. The word suggests a cycle that doesn’t require much intentionality.
I think what I am really longing for is a return to rhythm. A cycle of input and output, rest and work, reflection and action. There is an intention that comes with the idea of rhythm that better prepares one to take a hold of those moments of creative opportunity.