Day 7, the final day of my Burning Man alternative, Wakened Woman Week, is going to focus on Creativity.
The art at Burning Man is one of the things that I think is so fascinating about it. I’m not a big concert goer, so I’m not tempted by music festivals, but one centered on art…that’s something that captivates me.
Art plays a huge role in my little family’s life.
I believe art appreciation changed my life (I’m writing a book about it), and I’ve given birth to a brood of artists; my oldest son (who designed the above) is studying graphic design, my oldest daughter is a poet, and all three of my younger children draw, constantly.
It’s kind of a big deal.
I know not everyone has the fine art focused creative gene, but I believe that we all have something creative that moves us.
It’s renewing, it’s necessary, and it makes life better.
I’m still camping (hopefully) when you read this–thank you, Robots, for making it possible to schedule blog posts; maybe you should run the world, after all–and I can promise you that while we’ve been gone, we’ve been drawing, reading, and writing. It’s just what happens.
When those activities get pushed out of my life–especially creative writing–it seems like everything else suffers. I don’t know how to balance that perfectly, but I know I need to try. And I need to make more of an effort, even if the results aren’t what I want them to be.
Take this blog series, for example…I don’t feel like it’s the creative explosion it could have been. But, again…more-than-full-time work, kids, other hassles…it feels like the only things I write anymore are thrown together, rushed, not at all my best work, or even close to what I’m capable of.
But it’s better than nothing.
This is kind of an anti-climactic ending to my big Who-Needs-Burning-Man? week, but it’s a fitting one, I think.
This week has made me think about principles that my life seems to be organized around, and it’s made me conscious of wanting to be purposeful in how I live them out. Not just in one week that I set apart to do that, but every week of my life.
Again, don’t take this as a “F*ck you!” to anyone who GETS to go to Burning Man. I’m happy for you.
But if you don’t get to, and you feel like your life would be better if you could, I’m here to tell you that it’s good the way it is. And you can be happy for those who get to have experiences you don’t, who have more money, and more things…and still appreciate what you have, too.
I feel a little more awake, I think, since I decided to have my little alternative one-woman-fest, and that’s never a bad thing. I also feel like I’m genuinely appreciative, when I focus on being that way, and that was due for some maintenance, if I’m being honest.
So, if it was helpful to you, too, I’m glad.
Keep on celebrating what you believe, and keep on living it out, every day.
Wake up…and be happy.