January is such an odd month in my books. It offers this beautiful metaphor for new beginnings and leaving behind what no longer serves. That being said, it is also, historically, the toughest month of the year for me. Why is this? Good question. It could be the cold, the dark, the lack of in-season-fruits at my disposal - whatever the cause, I find it to be the month when my depression is at its lowest. My energy dips and my inspirations dries up. I can sometimes find it physically difficult to do much more than read, binge TV shows and eat a ridiculous amount of buttered popcorn. Sadly, this can result in a horrible cycle where my inability to be active and do more than the bare minimum ends up starving me both nutritionally and inspirationally. At some point during the month, I’m required to gather all of my strength in what feels like a super human push to get myself out of this rut.
This year I decided to approach January a little differently. Knowing it would be a difficult time, I set myself the goal of engaging in some sort of artistic endeavour for 30 days straight. This would be an attempt to forcefully inject joy into my day, every day, even when I didn’t feel like it. I love creating. I love writing, taking photographs, drawing and painting. Even when I feel like what I’ve created is flawed or less-than, the experience of engaging in the activity puts my head in a better state of being. That being said, during the month of January, engaging in what I know I love to do is still a struggle. Even though I know I’ll be happier on the other side and know that on a deeper level, I want to engage in something that speaks to my heart, bringing myself to the table takes effort.
This challenge has been a beautiful gift to myself. It has given me the means to work out pent up energy and gaze curiously upon how my brain navigates through this tough time of year. There are days I procrastinate. There are days when what I produce is sort of bare minimum. There are ebbs and flows of motivation and inspiration. No matter what, though, I engage. Every single day. On days when I’m too exhausted to create, I absorb art in thoughtful and intentional ways: I’ll read pages of poetry from a writer I often overlook, I’ll open a photography book I have purchased and then neglected to give time to. My goal is to stretch my artistic muscles each and every day, no matter what that looks like.
I am currently on day 22 of 30 - I started a few days before January 1st so that I’d be in the groove come the new year. I am certain that I still have a few lessons and “aha’s” to receive in my last week or so of creating but right now, I can say that my biggest take away is a huge sense of gratitude. I’m grateful for the fact that I live in an environment where it is safe enough for me to spend time each day creating. I am grateful that I have a brain that gives me access to creative insights and inspiration. I am grateful that I have the means to afford the pencils, papers and film I need to continue to explore my world through the lens of art. And mostly, I am grateful to myself for caring enough about my mental and emotional well being to put forth this challenge and actually engage in it.
Below is a compilation of videos that I’ve captured over the course of this challenge. The music is a snapshot of a song that I’ve written. Writing the lyrics was one of the daily challenges I committed to. Recording the lyrics and creating a music video will come next, maybe even in the next seven days - a big finish to a big challenge.