Mountains, from Karamatsu Mountain Lodge, by Tsuda. Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0)
Space. Retreat. Silence. No wonder why vacations are so… lovely.
I love to let go of things that get in the way of my creativity. It simply means I end up with more energy and time for stuff which is more important, and more pleasing, to me. I have a hunch, and I want to share it in the form of an experiment. Please bear with the teacher/nag side of me for just one blog post. At least consider the following creative lifestyle design challenge:- Try to narrow down one big distraction in your life. Your child or spouse doesn't count - they need your love. Email might count, talking on the phone, movies, or going to parties. The point is, find something that gets in the way of what you really want to be doing.
- Judge how much trouble you'd get in if you didn't commit to this big distraction for one week.
- Commit to not-doing this big distraction for one week.
Twyla Tharp does this whenever she's deep in the throes of a creative binge. Hugh MacLeod states that we might need fewer pillars. Either which way you slice it, getting rid of one distraction for one week helps you get a little bit of space.
Julia Cameron's excellent book The Artist's Way describes the result of reading deprevation, which can be substituted for any tool of choice for getting more space:Even at the safe remove of the written word, I can feel the shockwaves of antagonism about trying this tool. I will tell you that those who have most resisted it have come back the most smugly rewarded for having done it. The nasty bottom line is this: sooner or later, if you are not reading you will run out of work and be forced to play.
Does this design experiment seem a little out there for you? I understand. It's not for everyone. But if you need a push in this direction, here's some lines from a William Wordsworth poem to help the home team:
When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.
