Writing Practice: A Rose By Any Other Name Still Has Thorns

I called this photo Life Inside and Up Close. It’s a photo of a rose from my garden. Pretty, no? And I bet you think I’m going to write some rumination on the ways in which nature nurtures our creativity.  You don’t know me very well, then, do you?

I look at this photo and it takes me to a place that is sadly familiar and all too comfortable.  It is that place where I start feeling pleased with something I have done, but within a short time, I have remade the feeling into regret for what I haven’t done and disgust for what I’ll never do.

It’s not the image itself, but the taking of it that prompts all this.  I take a photo.  I like the photo.  I play around with the photo, enhance it in some or several ways.  I have fun.  I feel confident and sure of myself.  I like what I’m doing.  I’m happy.

And then.

In a split second, perhaps that second when my mind’s eye has said, “This is finished,” I start thinking: I should do this more often.  This is good.  I had fun.  I’m happy.

Why don’t I do this more often?

Because I’m…….here you can fill in the blank with any number of words, all of which have been applied to me at one time or another in my life:  lazy, procrastinator, irresponsible, ADHD…etc. etc. etc.

And now I’m depressed.  I’m filled with disappointment at all I have not done that I could have.

Maybe.

Or maybe this is a case of grandiosity.  Maybe the photo isn’t that good.  Maybe the having fun this one time is the only reward I should expect.  Maybe I should lighten up.

  • Trish

    Or maybe you could see how the gorgeous folds and pastels of that flower express nothing other than the GLORIES in life. At least they did to me.

    Why can’t we cut ourselves some slack? Spend more time treasuring the glorious moments (or even just the good ones) in life instead of turning immediately to focus on the negatives. Why do we do that? Does it feed us more somehow (how twisted is that)? Or are we afraid to just simply enjoy? Fear of self-pride, self-indulgence, or maybe knowing it’ll be fleeting. Conditioned for fear, fear, fear, I guess. Let’s bask in that glory, baby! That’s one gorgeous photo, and a great moment in your life. Thanks for sharing!

  • Joanna Jenkins

    Or maybe you’re living in my brain because I do that all the time.
    Oy.
    xo jj

  • http://midlifemusingsbyluce.com/ Lucie

    And here I thought I was the only one whose rambling thoughts managed to take the bloom of the roses of my accomplishments. Excellent food for thought. Lovely photo too.

  • Kathryn Braithwaite

    Interesting thought/I love the rose

  • Cindy La Ferle

    I hear you. This happens to me too. Like you, I do artwork as well as writing, and the artwork brings out different forms of creative angst. Sometimes I think it’s the tricky voice of perfectionism in disguise. But keep going, keep going, anyway! The photo is beautiful.

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