The world and I - Three
Since I had my downfall at the end of 2018, If been trying to better understand myself and where my problems come from.
I read books, listen to audio books, research online and finally went into therapy. All of it helped but the most important one was definitely the therapy part.
Luckily I found, through recommendation of a friend, straight away a good one.
Having now all of this behind me, I can certainly see more clearly who I am but there is also still a long and winding road in front of me. But instead of being scared, I'm really exited!
Towards the end of the therapy sessions we talked, as we often did, about a dream I've had and she thought it would be a good idea if I tried and make a story out of it.
In that moment I looked at her at said: "Me writing a story, really?"
We had talked about writing before and I sad how much I enjoy the process but a story is something else.
However, on my way home I thought about it and the more I did, the more I liked the idea. Anyway, what could go wrong?
The worst thing that could happen is that nobody, including me, will like it.
So I wrote my first story and published it on this site "Die Frau der Wünsche".
A good friend of mine played the editor and corrected, I hope, all of my mistakes.
While being on an extensive road -trip I had another idea for a story, which I'm working on at the moment.
On this trip I also took several books with me and one of them is "The meaning in the making" by Sean Tucker, a very talented and versatile artist. He has a YouTube channel which I can highly recommend!
While reading his book I, again, had the need to write something down about it.
In the chapter I just read, he talks about finding your own creative voice and how he found his.
What really got to me was is how similar and yet different we are. We both are INFJ on the Meyrs-Briggs test but he's been am artist all his life. He sang, plays an instrument, makes Videos, is a photographer (his main job) and write books.
Me on the other hand, never thought of myself as an artist, and writing this down still feels weird to me, yet I do photography and now I'm also writing.
Isn't it sometimes "funny" how you picture yourself and suddenly some things just don't fit any more?
So at this moment, I'm launching in my car (looking across the beautiful landscape of Wales) on a several months long road-trip and I’m taking landscape pictures and also writing a story.
And as weird as it feels to call myself an artist, the same time I like it and I’m very exited about the journey I only just started!