Committing to being consistently creative

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The new year is now a couple of days old, but I can swear 2018 started just yesterday. When I woke up this year on Jan.1 thoughts of Net Neutrality, LeBron James winning player of the month for the Cavs and my hatred of my Spanish minor hung in the back of my head.

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Of course, this all came from a box crushed in the back of the dark, messy closet that has become my mind. We now seem to have forgotten about the appeal of Net Neutrality, LeBron now plies his trade under the bright lights of Los Angeles and I’ve been a History minor for two entire semesters. Taking on three new jobs and entering into a new relationship seems to have made any semblance of time that I held onto fly right out the window, while ideas and pursuits piled up inside that closet.

My New Year’s resolution from last year still hangs there too, only worn out a couple of times. My goal this past year was to read more; I accomplished this nominally, going from the zero books I read in 2017 to just under 16 this year. A good start, but not nearly the number I had planned to achieve in at the beginning of the year.

I’ve come to realize that my lack of reading is part of a bigger problem in my life: I have stopped striving to be consistently creative. Whether it be with my work for the BG News, in my class assignments or even just in my personal hobbies and pursuits, some kind of creative spark has felt just out of reach. I’ve always felt like I could be doing more, as if my heart wasn’t entirely in it, giving up on ideas that seemed great at first after hitting a roadblock.

A lot of this can be attributed to poor time management and a lack of organization in my own life. I’ve resisted organization for about three and a half years of college, seeing it as some kind of first step in the march to becoming a boring adult, but only now do I realize that it’s crucial to maintaining productivity. Bullet journaling is something I’m seriously considering starting, or at least some form of keeping my thoughts and time in order.

But my creative blockage has really been due a fear of failure. Seemingly every time I’ve sat down to start a project, whether it be a news piece, short story, poem or even just song lyrics, I’ve walked away still staring at a blank page, maybe a few words at most. It can be extremely frustrating, feeling creative bursts over a few days only to come crashing down a couple days later with nothing to show for it. Eventually, you just give up and stop trying.

With graduation now on the horizon the cushy safety of college feels like it’s starting to slip away. Luckily, the internet age has provided writers with an outlet that allows possibly the greatest potential for creativity humans have ever seen. This year I want to challenge myself to be consistently creative every day, whether it be for a couple of hours or for just five minutes, and to bring a creative attitude to all of the work I do. Because, as one of my favorite writers once said:

“Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.” – Stephen King