If you’ve been following this blog for some time, you will have noticed the changes around here.
It started out as just me, a blogging newbie and journaling enthusiast, then Kelly came on board, and if you’ve been paying attention, you’ve noticed that it’s back to little old me – still a journaling enthusiast, but with a little more blogging experience under my belt.
So what’s been going on? Why all the changes?
It’s been about a year since I first waded into the world of creativity in earnest. It started with an innocent journaling course, then I found myself falling headfirst in love with everything to do with journaling, art journaling and any and all aspects of creativity.
I found that these things perfectly complemented my training in life coaching, psychology and teaching.
I’d always wanted to blog, and had attempted it several times, but this time it stuck. Why?
Because I finally found a topic I’m so in love with that
I just can’t help but talk to everyone about it.
My bestie Kelly was also in love with the same things, and she also wrote a blog, so we started to plan ways we could share our passion. It made sense to write a blog together, to create a community online around the things we both love.
So she came on board here with me. We both started blogging about the things we loved: creativity, self-love, self-care and journaling.
But things started to change, for both of us. Instead of being inspired by each other, we started to feel stuck. We couldn’t figure out why, so we just kept going.
I started wondering where the magic had gone.
What happened to that feeling of wanting to share any and everything I love about journaling and creativity? Why was I suddenly feeling uninspired and stuck?
It turns out, our creative dreams can be a very personal thing.
Despite the fact that we both loved journaling and blogging, what we didn’t love was sharing one online space together. We felt as though we were cramping each other’s style – unknowingly, and unintentionally, putting creative limits on one another.
I missed the freedom to just be myself, to follow my own creative whims and share my strange imperfections.
I realized that if I am to evolve creatively and truly follow my own deeply personal creative path, I need to go it alone.
This can be scary, and there was something so reassuring about having Kel right by my side. She was there to bounce ideas off, to brainstorm with, to laugh over endless cups of tea as we dreamed big creative dreams together.
Since we’ve gone our separate creative ways, I really miss those moments.
But even more rewarding is the sense of building something all by myself: fueling my own creative fire and lighting my own path.
I think we certainly need others out on the creative path – people to reassure us when times are tough, to tell us that they too struggle, to share ideas and inspiration, to cheer us on when we doubt ourselves.
Ultimately though, I think creativity is a solo expedition: an excavation of our own inner selves – our fears, our dreams, our lives.
While support from others is certainly valuable and I would say even necessary, ultimately it’s up to you to venture within.
So, Journal Wild is back to just me. What started as Journaling Dangerously, an experiment in journaling more often, has become Journal Wild, a full-blown commitment to a creatively nourishing life.
I’ve got my inner creative fire to light the path ahead and I’m going it alone.