Lately I have been struggling with the affliction of taking in too much inspiration. If there is such a malady, I think I have it.
You see, I have certain times of the week (or day, really) that I sit down, look through my blog roll, faithfully pinning inspiration to my pinterest boards. (I allow myself plenty of time to do this.)
Done. Inspired.
However, once that's over, I usually make another cup of coffee and start looking at the physical inspiration around me, in my sewing studio. There may new fabric, or even newly purchased old fabric pulled out again... books on my shelves, new ones I just picked up at the library.
From all of this I get an amazing amount of beautiful inspiration. It often fuels my creative thoughts and gets me thinking about possibilities of endless creativitiy.
Further inspired.
Fantastic.
Although by that time I feel like going for a nap due to mental exhaustion.
I've pondered over this whole idea of information overload before, and never really settled my thoughts on what to do about it. This interesting post on less curating, more creating, got me thinking again. After reading it, I spent the rest of that day thinking about where my creativity comes from, and how much of it I actually need. I am doing lots of creative things these days, but I can't show them to you on the blog right now. But, the whole point of blogging for me in the first place was to share my creative thoughts, record them. Because they are prolific and numerous, too much for my brain to hold in. I live and breathe these creative thoughts, especially since it has now become somewhat of a job for me. I often collapse on the couch in the evening with freshly bathed kids and think "I haven't even had time to post on the blog today, I should grab my camera!". But that's really no good.
It got me thinking about when there was no internet to peruse instead of making, and I was out to here pregnant with Ian, and decided I wanted to make a quilt of Emma's baby clothes.
I did it.
Didn't stop 5 times to look at the internet.
Just did it.
Did I mention I was very pregnant?
Is this a common malady in today's internet world? Does looking at too much internet inspiration make us feel inadequate, creatively speaking? My guess would be yes. I would love to hear what you guys think.
