One important barrier I’ve had to creating has been a lack of space. I’ve been trying to practice my dance, write, study, and choreograph on top of other people and their stuff. It hasn’t been working out so well. I have spent plenty of wasted energy feeling annoyed at people leaving their things in the living room, where I had hoped to rehearse. I have gotten frustrated trying to write in spaces with constant interruption. I have felt anxious and claustrophobic as various people parade through to spend time with other family members. (As a hardcore introvert, extra unexpected people can really drain any energy that I’ve built up for either creating or exercising.) A lack of space has really been blocking me and giving me too many excuses not to work. At some point, all of that frustration might serve as the impetus for an awesome choreography about breaking free from shackles that bind me and keep my creativity from breaking through, but it’s really not a head space where I want to dwell.
Recently, I began repurposing one of the rooms in our house to become my studio. Thanks to a generous family, our former den is being transformed. This will be a long process as it requires getting new furniture, replacing the floor, and an archaeological dig through various layers of household detritus. But the process has begun. In fact, it has reached a point where I can now use parts of the space. I’ve been more able to write, dance, and enjoy my work again. And that is no small thing.