My wife has been in a creative slump of late and has figured out a way to break out of it:
So somehow on New Year’s Eve, around and after a horrific emotional fight with my best friend, this crazy idea wafted in from somewhere. What if I made it my goal to fail? I felt a puff of hope and a whiff of freedom. It would give me permission to start projects that are fun, that don’t matter, that I might not be good at but don’t know yet, projects that might fail. And failing would be ok, and I would learn things about myself and this world, and what’s important and what’s not.
So I told my man about it, and he said “How many times were you thinking of failing?”
If you’re at all interested in the creative process or neat and weird ideas, you can still catch up on the few posts over there and follow her blog at 25 Failures! I think it’s going to be a great year for failing!