It’s already November and honestly, I can’t wait for 2018 to be over. I know, I seem like a broken record, always talking about the same thing, but I can’t avoid it, and I hope my rants can help to any other creative soul fighting the same battle. In this age of fast internet and even faster trends in every aspect of life, in an age of Instagram, when everywhere around you can see other people living f̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ their best life, other artists being creative in ways you would want to, but you are just not getting there, it is so easy to demotivate yourself and beat yourself down.
This whole year I felt overwhelmed like I never felt before, with everyday life, work, etc. My creativity, something that was always a big part of my identity, seemed to be fleeting. I never had that feeling before and I must admit it scared a shit out of me. And somewhere along the way, I let go and stopped trying to find enough time for my soul to grow. It was so easy to do it, I didn’t even realize and it was already two months since I snapped any photos with my camera. You see, our new apartment has the most beautiful light early in the morning and the whole summer I wanted to do a photo shoot with it, but never got around to actually do it. I had a few ideas on my mind, but I would always find an excuse not to do it. I wasn’t lazy, I just was burned out.
Until yesterday actually. And let me tell you, getting up before 7 even if I didn’t feel like doing it and taking these product photos for my jewelry brand, playing around with the camera and later editing them, was the most fun I had in a while. The rush I get of creating, seeing my idea becoming reality, adrenaline, and serotonin pumping through my blood, almost feel like the long-forgotten magic of the first kiss. Because art, in every form, it is my first love. I think I might end up framing some of these so I don’t ever forget it again.