I am a writer. I’ve considered myself a writer on and off since high school. And yet there’s one thing I’ve never faced, until yesterday. The fear of the blank page. I’ve always found it easy to sit down and just start writing. Oh sure, I’ve had writer’s block, but halfway through a piece, never caused by the blank page. I always knew that I could delete, re-write or just keep any mistakes for fodder later.
Last weekend I bought supplies to experiment with art- journalling. Yesterday I caught myself on the Internet. I was looking at blogs and pictures and even YouTube videos. I wanted to learn everything, and know all the ins and outs of doodling and art- journalling before I started. Then I came across this video:
I realized I was procrastinating. I want to do it right. I want to do it perfectly. I was terrified of making ‘mistakes’. If there was a right and wrong, I would do it and fail. I was in fear of the blank page. And what I was doing was just busy work or procrastinating.
Once I realized this it was easy to step away from the computer, I released my fear of making mistakes. It was mostly play. It was mostly fun. And there was nothing I couldn’t fix, and if there was, there was nobody that would see it but me anyway. I love discovering the freedom I had always felt with writing.
Am I an artist? No. But in the past few weeks I have discovered I take a lot of joy from creating art. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be fun. And that’s good enough for me.
What is your fun thing done imperfectly that gives you pleasure?