There’s a moment right after I’ve finished creating something where I am in complete alignment with myself. I feel full, like I’m embodying my whole, true self. It’s peace and electricity at the same time.
It starts with an idea, a tiny spark inside my head, and grows as I go through the stages; from the time it takes considering it’s meaning to bringing it to actual life. And after I have created something — a chapter for my novel, a photo with accompanying descriptive words, a post with a meaningful life lesson, something to hang on the walls — I feel as though, right in that very moment, I am living my purpose.
I am a wordsmith, an artist. I take the spark, and like a magician, I spin it into existence.
The joy it brings is hard to explain. Maybe it’s best if I tell you what it does to me, how it comes out in my movements. A bubble of joy fizzes inside me and reaches out through my entire being. I dance. I shuffle or skip or slide down the hallway. I babble and joke and pull silly facial expressions. I let my voice experiment in tone and volume and speed. I am living through myself to the fullest degree.
To a lesser scale, I find this joy in other things, too. Anything that starts off as an idea and results in something tangible and visual. Planning, designing, organising, rearranging, editing.
In essence, bringing things to life, brings me to life.
