I'm always excited to start a new year. It appears as a straight shot down a tree lined street. I don't see any obstacles on the road ahead, the path is clear and I feel certain that my destination is right there in front of me. Everything I want to be, do, or have in the new year, waits for me. There. At the end.
In 2016, I committed to a daily creative practice that would leave me with several sketchbooks, filled with my art work. At the beginning of the year, I imagined holding those filled books. Although I missed more than a few days toward the end of the year, I now have three sketchbooks full of paintings and collages, as well as nearly a hundred postcard sized watercolor paintings. Next?
I'm ready for another Year of Creative Habits. At the end of this year, I'd like to hold a hardcover book with my favorite drawings, paintings and photographs from 2017. I'd like for those images to help tell the story of what it was like to live creatively and how it brought me everything I wanted to be, do or have.
That's what I see. There. At the end.
I'm still at the beginning though, and determined to observe and enjoy, each day. I've decided to start with a basic daily rhythm:
- write a minimum of 750 words, every morning. The site I use keeps track of my habit for me and I also check off a goal tracker on my wall. I can use a shot of endorphins in the morning.
- take a picture of my creative piece for the day and post it to Instagram.
I have a trunk load of projects queued up and will share them here, as they get unpacked. I'm trying to keep the beginning simple and coherent and not overwhelm myself with the promise of the entire year. The finish line is so enticing, but I have a story to write that's all about getting there.
The blessing is in the seed.
Image: The road to The Club at Kukuiula, taken with an iPhone 5S, through the windshield.