It’s summer now. But I feel like I’m going through a creative winter. Much like the crypto winter, or the bear market, or bears going into hibernation.
It’s easy to want to fight this season. But over the years I noticed a pattern. That seasons are a necessary process for creativity.
We’re human beings, not machines. Nature has seasons, machines don’t.
(Though huge confession: Sometimes I daydream of being a machine. You can do so much more.)
Nature pulse and pause. The flurry of life in the spring, eventually gives way to the dying down of life in winter. The calm before the storm, and the calm after.
If creativity is a lot more similar to Nature than machines, then we can expect seasons, pulsing and pausing, living and dying, highs and lows too.
I get it. The lows are difficult to get through sometimes. Give me the heat of the summer over the biting chill of winter. But often the best way to get past the valley is by letting it be low.
I accept my creative winter. Say that out loud. Say that one more time.
I accept my creative winter.
I’ll dwell in my winter till it’s time for spring.
For as long as it takes. For as long as it needs to take.
After all, “Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”