Always a fan of typography with aspiration, this quote in particular has been playing on my mind for most of this year. You see, life is busy. I have yet to meet someone who doesn’t agree with that. And the busier life gets, the less thought and intent we put into living it. And loving it.
This little blog of mine has been 100% active for more than 5 years now. I have put my heart and soul into the words and content, and it has become the most inspiring platform to call my own. It has opened my eyes to the goals, insights and aspirations of others and I have developed skills that I proudly tuck into my tool belt. I am supremely proud of my site and the many positive comments over the years are heart-warming and encouraging. I have met people, both online and for reals, that I would never have ordinarily had the opportunity to meet had it not been for this jaw-dropping place we call the internet.
But it is a double-edged sword. As much as my blog has opened up doors that have led to positive experiences and opportunities, it has of late become my creative crutch. With an impossibly vast amount of online content bombarding us every minute, every second, I ask myself how much of it is relevant and original? We just habitually click and blink, click and blink. Wash, rinse, repeat. We have become visual gluttons and our insatiable social media tendencies will come round to bite us in the rump. But I have noticed a definite global shift of late. People are tired of regurgitated content that lacks an insightful voice. Perfect people and their perfect homes are passé. Refreshingly unique posts are now very few and far between. Mine included!
When my boys were younger and my time was limited, it made sense to blog, sharing visual gems and keeping a finger on the creative pulse without having to commit to something bigger…and scarier. I could take on a variety of freelance creative work from writing and designing, to styling and website design, picking and choosing my clients. And trust me, I learned a-plenty. But being a jack of all trades is not really where my heart is at. I’m a textile designer by profession and, without sounding like a melodramatic soapie, my heart aches from the lack of print and fabric in my life! I’ve allowed blogging about other creative people and their amazing talents to fill the void for long enough. It has been a wonderful journey, but I need to reach my destination already!
My trip to India last year was intended as a creative catalyst to set my rusty wheels in motion and revive my textile heritage. It did that, and more. I met a group of exquisite women who were all dreaming and doing the same things I was. I felt braver for the the experience. I felt enriched and empowered. It allowed my creativity to thaw, bud and bloom again. I felt like I could live more out of intent and less out of habit. Slowly but surely I have worked at my goal over this past year, laying the foundations and getting myself organised. I’ve indulged myself in the activity of creating again and am finally about to begin hand-printing my own range of textiles. It may work. It may be a flop. But If I didn’t at least try, I would certainly regret it.
I look forward to starting this fresh chapter in my life and hope you’ll read along with me. I’ll keep you posted…