Why I love blogging

Today I was thinking about my blog and what it means for me.

Most of my friends here in Germany don’t blog, are not as familiar with social media as I am and we discuss often why and what it’s all about.

First of all I enjoy the writing process. I love sitting at my keyboard and playing with words. I love to express my feelings – I am a writer. And I decided that I don’t need someone’s approval, I am going to write anyway.
Sometimes it feels like I am talking to myself, reassuring me, cheering me on.
Sometimes I hope somebody out there has similar experiences and me sharing makes him/her feel better.

Sometimes the writing gives me clarity about my next steps, about my path.
As a coach I can share with you what I do and the tools I use – and I learn what is important to my potential clients.

As a creative being writing is creating with words.

Doing the Ultimate Blog Challenge this month forces me to write every day. No matter how I feel, no matter what comes up – here I am writing.

What drives you?

Recharging my batteries

Today is my day off between two challenges. Last night I launched my project on the 30 Day Challenge and today the Ultimate Blog Challenge starts.

I need a – however short – break now. I need to rest today. No “shoulds” on my to-do-list.

This does not meen collapsing on the sofa or watching TV.

Recharging means doing a short meditation, some Taoist exercises I learned, and being kind to myself.

Recharging my batteries means time for a walk along the river -watching the ducks, listening to the birds, all the green around me – it always helps. Re-connecting to nature, I feel calm, centered and open.

Creating helps, too, simply to create for fun. So I will do some knitting today. I love working with gorgeous colours and fine yarn – so today I’ll work on a beaded shawl in turquoise.

Rollei Compactline 302

I don’t know how, but knitting relaxes me and gives me new ideas at the same time. Maybe because of the repetitions of the pattern, I don’t know.
Walking clears my head – knitting brings my focus back. (And I have something nice to wear when I am finished.)

What do you do to recharge?

Mirrors

The 30 Day Challenge is moving towards its last day and my project is still constantly changing and evolving.

I started out with the idea of making a shortfilm with poetry dialogues. The film is about a group of people who started in the 90ies meeting once each month to talk about screenplays and movies. This expanded and we did workshops on writing, camera and we made several no/very low-budget films over the years. Then it came to an end when people moved or lost interest.

We talked about meeting again for ages, and when some of us met for lunch in March I could feel the urge to create, to have fun and to write, act, shoot. In my personal life I felt stuck, because my creativity coaching ideas didn’t take off, until in April, discussing my situation with a friend, the idea for a shortfilm  was born.

So I wrote about these five people getting together, four of the original players and no.5 a psychologist, who joined later and is often commenting on the dynamics in our group from his background.

While writing dialogue today it occured to me that this dialogue mirrors my inner dialogue, one of the guys has my Top Dog/inner critics voice, the other is my calm professional voice. This is the direct link to my coaching process, where I learned about Voice Dialogue and talking to your different personality parts.

So it looks as things start to fall into place, I can see clearly where I am heading. Now I think about making the film a bit more artistic using mirrors and effects. Maybe all voices are just inside and the outside is a dream, like the Hawaiian kahunas teach it?

Nobody’s perfect :-)

For weeks now I have been procrastinating this: my very first blog post.

Any idea I came up with was nice, even good, but not perfect.

Taking part in the 30 Day Challenge I challenge myself today to write my very first post – here it is.

Why are we trying to be perfect? Is it a childhood memory when we were told we are not good enough? I remember telling my parents ideas and stories and always being rejected. I was told to grow up, not to have my “head in the clouds” – daydreaming was for artists, not for me. 30 odd years later I knew that I am an artist – and now I am ready to embrace it.

I write poems, I take pictures, I am currently planning a short film project – one step a day and I am making progress.

Yet it’s hard to see that when I look for the end product, for the perfect plan, the perfect screenplay, the perfect poem.

So today I choose to take the challenge and publish my thoughts. Perfect or not – here I am.