A Spark Ignites

After the uplifting experience at my first book club meeting, I felt a newfound sense of encouragement that carried me through the rest of the week. Riding on that high, I woke up Saturday morning determined to finally do something meaningful with my art. I reminded myself that it was important to accept that not every attempt would turn out as I imagined—and that it was the journey, not the destination, that truly mattered. Even though I could tell myself these things, believing them was another challenge entirely. The struggle between my logical and emotional mind was ongoing, and I found myself caught between the two.

The hardest part proved to be figuring out where to start. With so many half-finished projects and ideas scattered around, I felt overwhelmed by the sheer volume of possibilities. Taking a deep breath, I began by sorting all my projects into categories. Among them were several pieces of wall art and an assortment of candle holders. Yet, as I looked at each one, nothing truly resonated with me. I liked the pieces in theory—they all just needed a bit of work to finish—but each was missing something intangible, something I couldn’t quite identify or explain.

In hopes of rediscovering my creative spark, I decided to revisit my old projects to see which ones were my favorites. I wanted to understand what made those pieces special, and to see if there was an element that interconnected everything I had created. Although I hadn’t taken high-quality photographs of my work, I was grateful to have a few images stored on my cell phone. By reviewing what I had genuinely enjoyed making in the past, I hoped to find guidance for where to direct my creative energy next.