I love the first day of the month. It feels like a clean slate, the previous month has been wiped clean, and with it, all the things I told myself I was going to do but didn’t. On the first day of the month, I look ahead to new days and new opportunities.
It hasn’t always been that way for me, though.
Unfinished projects, missed opportunities, and untapped creative time too often followed me into the new month, stealing my anticipation with their talk of regret. Their echoes of failure would drown out the whisper of creativity, of the Creator, inviting me to tell the story waiting to be told if only I were brave enough to show up.
But not this time. And though it’s April Fool’s Day, this is no joke.
Taking on old habits and creating change is serious business. It’s also challenging business. But as my 11 year-old said a few weeks ago, “Just because something is hard doesn’t mean it can’t be fun.” I’ve taken those words to heart recently. I’m ready to do the hard work of showing up because I know wonder and delight wait for me there.
And with those thoughts playing through my mind, I’ve welcomed April with a pinky promise to myself.
Rather than entertain the talk of regret, I am going to heed the invitation of the Creator, the whisper of creativity. I’m going to create time and space each day to show up. It doesn’t have to be several hours of time, but it has to be carefully curated time. It has to be fiercely protected time. I promise myself the sole (and soul) purpose of coming to this sacred space is to ask creativity to join in my reverie.
To guide me in my new habit, I believe it wise to create a picture of what this carefully curated time will include and involve. It will be:
- a celebration;
- a priority;
- a safe space to explore ideas;
- an opportunity to be brave;
- a time of wonder;
- a time of reverie.
I make this promise to myself because I believe I’ve lost some of the adventure and delight life invites me to experience each day. Busyness abounds in the form of appointments and chores and a To Do list filled with tasks that vie for my attention. Because of this, I’ve developed a tunnel-vision focus to my days that has left too little room for creativity; it’s whisper too often lost to the noise of life.
But it doesn’t have to be this way. In fact, it’s not supposed to be this way. Because I was created to create. To write. To breathe life into the stories within me and then send those stories into the world.
So starting today, I’m choosing to embrace new opportunities and to delight in the story that’s been waiting for me to show up.
I can’t wait to see what happens when I curate a sacred time, to sit in the presence of God and invite Him to pour out His creativity into and through me. I can’t wait to see what happens when I create space for wonder and open myself to delight. I can’t wait see what happens when I choose to show up.
I can’t wait to see what happens when I heed the whisper.