A few weeks into this, and I have to say I am a little nervous about writing. If the past few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that you cannot plan creativity. You cannot plan when perfect shots are going to appear in your life to photograph. You cannot plan photographs stirring words in your heart that you just have to put down on paper. And you cannot plan how it is going to work out or if it is going to be successful or if it is going to go the way you want.
Thoughts of doubt ran through my mind this weekend. Do I really have enough material to write? Could I continually be creative and post consistently each week? The more I thought about it, the more I got a little worried. Do I know the answers to those questions? Absolutely not. But, I know in my heart the answers to those questions will never matter. I don’t want to know how this story is going to end or what is going to come of this. I just know I need to keep going. Keep trying. Keep writing. Keep creating.
If I have learned anything these past few weeks, it is that your best ideas will hit you when least expect it. When you are relaxed in life. Or when you are laughing on a Friday night with a group of friends. Big smiles and tears falling everywhere as a local band plays near the outside table. Or when you are slowly driving down an old road passing patches of sunflowers. Warm weather and blue skies. Just laughing and wondering how life led you here to this spot. That is when the ideas will come. That is when the words will flow. And those are the moments when it hits you. When you realize you need to soak in all this inspiration for what it has to give. And when you realize you were met to do something pretty crazy in this world and that you cannot pass up the opportunities to embrace all this life has to give.