I've got a list.
Some of it is still in my head.
Some of it is written down.
I keep thinking if I accomplish everything on it, I'll be ok, successful, valuable, have actually achieved something.
Yes, there are definitely things on the list that need to be done to make life work, groceries, laundry, de-cluttering, bills, filing(it's a long list)
But one free evening this week, I blatantly ignored the list.
I relaxed, I watched some Netflix. By that I mean, I actually watched some Netflix.
I watched the scenes unfold, watched the way the scenes were lit, the way the water moved to the shore.
I listened. I listened to the choices of music, the sad, the dramatic, the way the music set the tone.
I gave a thought to the people behind the show.
The actors,the director, the set dressers, the wardrobe designer, the craft services, the musicians, the ones who make art their work.
I had a bit of space in my head then. And I enjoyed the show without the requisite guilt that comes from ignoring the list.
The next morning, on the bike at the gym, I got the start of a new song. I wrote the lyrics down before I forgot and silently hummed a melody line in my head. I gave a thought to the wonder of silently making a sound in my head.
When I got to my phone, I sang my new little creation into being. I have made the mistake of thinking I'll remember these little snippets, and then losing a new gift forever.
The lists are still there.
The space for creating isn't always, not for me anyway.
Maybe I need to add something to my never-ending list.
In fact, maybe it should be at the top.
Make Space for Creating.