Once upon a time, I was an aspiring handlettering artist.
It was four years ago. I signed up on Instagram to showcase my work, and for the next 12 months, my time revolved around the cycle of creating and posting. I admit, a huge part of what kept me at it were the likes/follows/comments I was receiving and also the occasional requests for commissioned work.
Of course, that kind of ‘motivation’ isn’t sustainable. When I hit the dreaded artist’s wall — that dip in momentum where you’re in a slump, feeling stuck and lazy and unmotivated — not even the purchase of new brush pens revived my excitement. Eventually, I ended up abandoning the craft.
Fast-forward to 2019. I want to get back to the creative path, but I feel like I’ve been gone for so long and couldn’t just pick up where I left off like nothing happened. Yes, I can be nitpicky like that. Then out of the blue, an opportunity presented itself through a friend who ‘accidentally’ became an organizer for a massive meetup for journaling enthusiasts. She asked me for samples of my work, and I knew there’s only one place I could direct her.
I recently revisited that Instagram account and realized two things:
- I threw away something good; and
- Now I want it back.
The universe seemed to agree because I found this gem of a tweet by Sean McCabe, one of my favorite artist/writer:
So there. This is not announcement, but an expression of intent. One day or day one: no one else is going to decide but me.