Maybe Your Life is the Art

TLDR: after some serious imposter syndrome from writing posts about not writing, I wrote.

This week I gave myself an invitation to write something shitty. Something dumb. I lowered the bar of expectation to the floor in order to get something out of my head and on paper.

And it worked. On Wednesday afternoon, I sat in the corner of my room with a desk on my left and piano to the right. All I had was my manuscript book and a scrap of paper with the song title I'd thought of that morning.

I'd spoken with my coach Michelle (as I do on Wednesday mornings) about seeking a balance between wanting to write, and about being kind to myself when I didn't.

We discussed the idea of make writing an invitation, and an extension of what I tend to do naturally. Not to force something new, but to observe and document what's already in my thoughts and on my mind. The song title "Maybe Your Life is the Art" came to mind alongside the idea of integrating your life and creating - and trusting that something will show up in the collision.

This answers the questions that I sit with often. Why should I be the one writing this? What can I bring to this story and world that no-one else can?

The song I wrote is simple and quite short. It's written in my voice, not Dalí's.

There's every chance this song won't make it into the final version show, but maybe a revision or elements that I steal to use elsewhere will.

I emailed a super rough demo of the song to Michelle as soon as I finished it. I played and sang it for my son Josh today. There is pride and satisfaction in having done the work, no matter the outcome.

Now onto the next.