Get Up


Deuteronomy 1:8 “See, I have set the land before you. Enter and take possession of the land the Lord swore to your fathers Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and their future descendants.”

It’s so inspiring and relaxing to sit down and get my full of ideas through Instagram, Pinterest, and my favorite blogs, but there’s a time to take what I’ve received and get up and make things happen. I’ve been in a phase where a barely touched area has been awakened and I feel an immense need to take care of myself and to feed my heart and mind with what I want and need. I’m constantly craving inspiration and to see how other’s express their creativity. Their creativity awakens and feeds mine. I feel a rush of energy and passion, ready to run in all directions. But then, I don’t know where to start and I feel a sense of frustration and laziness storm in, preferring to stay in the comfort of the receiving end than to get up and do the hard work of making my own way happen.

I’m thinking that perhaps the idea of creativity and success is not necessarily the direct translation of inspiration into some form of creation, but that the actual process of finding how to express such is art in itself. And that’s hard for me. I’m futuristic, I envision and feel with intensity, and the unknown between my here and there brings anguish. But I’m beginning to test and find this how, and often during the process I find a different part of my heart that I wouldn’t know if I chose to stay on the one end of inspiration.

So I’m writing even when I feel I don’t have all of the words yet, I’m taking the artwork and hand lettering, and the big dreams I have envisioned for my blog and starting with what I know how to do: to start. Maybe I’ll discover that the way I start is not the best approach, or maybe I’ll fall in love with it and realize it’s what I’ve been looking for all along. But one thing is sure; I’ll be making tracks and they’ll be mine. They’ll be mine to keep or mine to change. And it will all unfold before me as I press in and figure it out as I go.

I cannot possibly move past the frustration without moving. Physically putting myself in a place that makes me feel good, safe, comfortable, and inspired enables me to be just that. This is where the creativity happens. It comes out of my well-being, out of the peace of mind I experience from intentionally taking care of myself. I say intentionally with intention. It’s an attempt, a choice. Adding life to life. Choices and decisions, feet being placed one in front of the other. It doesn’t unfold in one day, but rather more beautifully over a course of such, slowly piecing together into the unique experience that becomes our life.

It's mine and has been declared so. The land is before me and the footprints I make towards it have been made victorious. The only thing that can make me lose is my not doing, not going, not trying. It's my responsibility to make those footprints, and I won't have any without moving my feet. 

That is what it's like to take possession.