For the last year, I have really felt like someone stole my mojo. Full on Austin Powers style, just drew it right out of me with a giant syringe.
While it probably is a little passe, I'm just going to come out with my excuse as to why this happened: I had a VERY creative, labor intensive, crafty wedding. And it left me feeling drained.
The only thing that we're wearing/holding in this picture that wasn't crafted was my necklace, which is a family heirloom. However, my mom crafted a coordinating bracelet and set of earrings. It is pretty magical to look back and remember picking out all of these things, and ushering them through each stage of development. I'm obsessed with the dresses, even still. I want to make myself one of the bridesmaids' dresses someday, I had originally picked out the pattern to be my rehearsal dinner dress, but decided that it was the perfect "vintage picnic" look for my gorgeous bridesmaids. And I'm not sure if I mentioned before or not, but the bridesmaid's jewelry was another of my mom's creations, based on a design that I dreamt up. The three strands are all able to be worn separately, braided together, or twisted, as shown, and my mom made them all 3 different sets of earrings so that they could mix and match the jewelry in the future. She is crazy talented.
Truly, I would not have had my wedding any other way... unless it was a destination wedding on a beach somewhere with only 10 guests... but for the big family wedding that was asked of us, it was exactly as I wanted it. I never would have anticipated though, how long I would feel uninspired after the fact. Maybe part of it has been how thoroughly I threw myself back into work, and running, and school, or the fact that Gunner came into our lives, and I'd rather chill with him than get out the glue gun and glitter. I don't know.
I do know that I woke up this morning, and I did some reading and research for my Eastern religions class, and found myself getting inspired again. I find myself longing to create, to manifest positivity. It's incredible to feel even a hint of this creative spark again. I have felt so... dead inside without it. I kept trying to fill that hole with other things, but it just hasn't worked. A sense of joy and peace washed over me, just as I felt the urge to paint again. Painting isn't something I do often, and it's certainly not something I am good at, but it is something that I enjoy doing. So I'm going to go dig out my painting supplies, browse pinterest for the easiest possible painting project out there, and I'm going to do it. I'm going to revive my creative soul
It feels so good to finally be re-inspired.