I read back through my journals a few months ago and noticed that most of this artistic journey has happened from within. A lot of internal dialog has been spilled onto those pages.
As I write, interestingly and all of a sudden, my pronouns get all wonky. When I write "you", most times I actually mean me. Let me try to explain.
As I write, interestingly and all of a sudden, my pronouns get all wonky. When I write "you", most times I actually mean me. Let me try to explain.
Amidst the need-to-do checklists and comments about the current moment, "she" appears in my journal to add depth to any entry. She pushes past, digs deeper, and asks the toughest questions. She shows up within the words I write. She creeps in during a flurry of pen scribbles and she chooses to call me "you". Whether she is my muse or my own older self, she is really just a facet of me. She can also show up as the inner critic. But for now, let's focus on that intrinsic cheerleader. |
Taken straight from my journal . . . "Get distracted with life. Go do what you need to do. Then, return with a report of your creative life as it's being lived. The microcosm that is you." - that is me at this exact moment! Here and now!
So, when my blog posts switch to the second person "you", please don't take it personally. It is just me pulling myself up by my bootstraps, having a "Let's do this!" moment.
But, by all means if, in the sharing of this inner chatter, my muse speaks to you as well, follow that tug. See where it leads. And know, I will be doing the same.