Sometimes I forget how freeing it is to do something creative.
For the last three nights, I have tucked myself away in the back room of our house with limited distractions. In fact, the only distraction was mood-setting music, which I used for encouragement.
For two nights, I turned my Pandora to an orchestra station I created consisting of mostly epic movie sound tracks.
The volume of these instrumentals was relatively loud. It filled the room, allowing someone to possibly hear it from the opposite side of the door, if they happened to be standing there, but not much farther.
On the third night, I turned it to a folk/indie station I again created on my Pandora. This happened to be a bit more distracting, but I turned the music lower and often took a quick moment to skip a song I wanted to sing.
With the play list selected and volume and music setting the tone, I took on a free-writing assignment I gave myself.
An hour passed and I looked down at the clock the first night, wondering when it became midnight. That happened again at 1 a.m.
The second night, I am pretty sure I even fell asleep typing, which is hard to do, but when you have a picture in your head, sometimes muscle memory helps it flow on to the page, I guess. I am not really sure how I did it, but I did.
It has been a while since I got lost in something I was doing that was not for work. It felt good to know there was no deadline or pressure of having someone have to read behind me. Everything was on my time, and I wanted to do it.
I also didn’t have to worry about getting my facts straight. After all this piece didn’t have any facts; everything was made up.
I can’t remember the last time I was so engrossed with a thought or a project that I just let my fingers blurt it onto to a page. While this has happened a few times since college, it has not been as often as it should have.
The written and spoken word always have been passions of mine, and it is rejuvenating to me to just let out some words now again. And until these last three days, I almost forgot how much more refreshed I am when I tackle my own personal creative project.
Which is odd, because I know it has mental and health benefits — as I always encourage others, such as my wife Tracy, to pursue anything that gives them a smile.
When it comes to Tracy, she has painting and photography. And to encourage her continued release, I don’t hesitate to scout out the perfect backdrops for anniversary or maternity photo shoots. Personally, when it comes to photography — I love picking up the camera, too — site selection is half the fun.
I am not 100 percent sure where my passion for writing came from, but I remember hearing my grandmother’s first poem and scribbling down “A Mouse Ate Cheese” children’s book in first grade.
I really should go through my old things and try and find that.
Despite not quite understanding where it comes from, I need to remember to submerge myself in it from time to time, as I think others should do with their favorite pastimes.