Creative Journal

As I sit here and contemplate what to write for my first "post". I remember how long it has taken to get to this point. How many hours I have sat in front of the computer streaming on TWITCH or leaning over the drawing board late at night.

I feel I have travelled the same creative passageways multiple times, each time collecting something new but leaving a part of me there in exchange.
 
I know I am one of the many creatives traveling through the same tunnels. Heads down, focused and patiently crafting a path that was scribbled on a map a long time ago. We all know where to go, but there are no shortcuts in the tunnels we dig. No map can show all obstacles we will encounter.
 
The path pushes my limits. The more I succeed the lonelier I become. A peculiar place where I am most creative, but forced to leave the best part of me behind when I am there. I get lost in the tunnels. Then create endless tunnels of my own until one day a light finds me. Pulls me out of that enjoyable nightmare.
 
I’ve been away, cleansing my heart in the sun. Now I’m sitting on that ledge, curious as to what is down there waiting for me. Wondering who will follow me this time. I already know who has given up on me. I knew it before they did. But it is irrelevant as this darkness wasn’t made for everyone.
 
If you are here, waiting at the edge with me. Thank you for being a light in the darkness. Thank you for making those dark tunnels feel alive.