A bit of a Doodle-Do

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It's been a while since my last post and things have accelerated somewhat - towards what, I still cannot tell you, but I can announce that I am happier about it.

The uncertainty is now more exciting than it is unnerving.  My leap of faith into the unknown has delivered more joys and creativity than it has self-doubt and condemnation.

Part of that shift in thinking can be credited to a doodle-a-day 30 day challenge I have been engaged in. It is one of many artistic projects flooding Instagram at the moment to encourage art as a daily habit.

Originally, doodling appealed to my "I honestly can't draw" sensibility, as it doesn't matter if things look wonky and characterful!  However, the challenge has proved more valuable on many levels.

Sharing your daily work is part of the project's process, which may seem terrifying at first, but I adopted a "don't think about it, just do it" attitude, which is a perfect mindset for doodling anyway.

It's amazing how quickly confidence grows though mere practise and sharing.  I've been both encouraged and inspired by the experience.

Not only that,  I have learnt over recent months the importance of creating for the pure love of it.  I have recorded on this blog my struggle with depression.  I know I am not alone.  Depression is very common in professional creatives.  I believe it is because we become so wrapped up in creating for business, that we forget to create for ourselves.

Creative people love to create!  It is our nourishment; it feeds us.  We must remember to just graze every now and then... EVERY DAY, in fact ... in order to prevent burn out.

The doodle-a-day challenge has given me that time.  It has also given me a BUNCH of new ideas!

Here is a selection of doodles from the past 22 days 

(You can follow my continuing doodle-journey on either Facebook or Instagram.)


It's okay not to know (Being lost pt 2)

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Read Being Lost pt 1 here) 

When I quit screenwriting, I was asked by a number of people (including my therapist) "What's your dream?"

I couldn't answer because my dream up to that point had always been to win an Oscar or a BAFTA or work with Kenneth Brannagh. Suddenly, that dream felt like somebody else's, not mine.

I couldn't even answer the question "What does your perfect day look like?" because all feelings of enjoyment seemed alien to me. 

That lost feeling is a common side effect of depression; in my opinion, the worst part of the illness.

Depression is a thief, robbing a person of their sense of self. In my most recent encounter, I became so far removed from my life that I didn't recognise myself.

I did, however, recognise that restoring my enjoyment of life was of the utmost importance if I was to survive. 

Which led me to read Matt Haig's outstanding book, (appropriately titled), "Reasons to Stay Alive".

In the book, he expresses his experience of depression so clearly and profoundly. I urge anyone who is struggling with this illness - or knows someone who is - to grab a copy pronto. One of my favourite passages is where he makes a list of all the things he enjoyed since the time he thought he'd never enjoy anything again.

It's a simple, yet wonderful list. I could see that being conscious of those [often] fleeting moments of happiness shines a spotlight on them and retrains the brain to acknowledge pleasure rather than focus on negativity.

Desperate to reacquaint myself with "happy", I wrote my own list.

I can remember the VERY FIRST thing I enjoyed since I thought I'd never enjoy anything again... It was a cappuccino, a REALLY good one. In fact, most of the things on my list are food related...

With the list gradually growing, I began to answer the question "What does your perfect day look like?"  You'll be relieved to know,  I discovered that, besides sugary snacks and spending money, I also enjoyed some healthier things, like meditating, painting and going for a run-walk (ahem). I fill my days with as much outdoor activity and creating as possible.

That "dream" question still haunts me, however.  Especially as I embark on a new business venture and career.  

"Where do you see your business in five years?", "What's your ten year plan?" my business teachers are asking.  I'm sure they are relevant and important questions, but frankly, I'm barely able to see the next few days.

It's disconcerting, I won't pretend otherwise, as I've always been a planner and a keen supporter of knowing where I'm going.  My husband and I took a holiday to Ireland one summer and had the romantic notion that we'd just drive, see where the day would take us and stop at any B&B we liked.  In reality, however, we spent much of the early mornings scouring the internet for available hotel rooms because neither of us could stand the uncertainty.

I am living the same nervous uncertainty now.

During one of my daily walks a couple of days ago, I listened to a podcast where artist Elle Luna spoke about her dream of "The White Room" (watch Elle tell the story in the video below. It's a belter!)

Elle took a leap of faith with her art, not knowing where it was going, just trusting that it was something she HAD to do.

What struck me most about hearing her story was that maybe it's okay not to know where I'm heading, not to have a plan.  Maybe it's enough - for now at least - to simply know that this is my "must".

So, my business plan boils down to this:

It's a good start.

Advice from my Younger Self

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There has been a trend recently to offer advice to your younger self. The idea being that if the wiser you could reach back through time and whisper "Back to the Future" style life-changing advice to your younger naive self, what secrets to life success would you impart?  

I use old photographs in my artwork and I'm working on a piece at the moment with this little lady.

This is me on my fourth birthday, caught with, what has come to be known [by my husband] as my "cheeky face".
I look at this little girl and she somehow seems gutsier than the "now me". I mean, for a start she's adopting the Superhero power pose, said to instantly ignite inner confidence. Frankly, I don't do this enough nowadays. Why I felt the need to do it at this moment, who knows?! Though, apparently, I'd had trouble blowing out candles before....But not this time! Number four, I've got you covered! I will not be defeated, little sticks of fire! I will take you out and I'm gonna like it. (As I said, she's gutsier.)

She's also... (and I've never said this about myself before)... OMG adorable! 

I want nothing but good things for her. I want to tell her how she can achieve whatever she wants in life; to never listen to anyone who puts her down; that she deserves happiness and greatness...Which would be a real waste of risking the whole disaster of the space time continuum thingy because she clearly already believes those things. 

My inner critic treats this little girl abhorrently. I am continually putting her down, convincing her she'll never be as good as she wants to be; will never succeed. 
Would I go back in time and say those things to her cute little cheeky face? 
I'm ashamed of my treatment of her. She doesn't deserve my harshness. She deserves nothing but my absolute kindness. I should be her cheerleader, not her heckler. 

We're partners on this journey, her and I.  I can hear her whispering to me through the magic of time "You can do it".  

*adopts the Superhero pose*