Creativity through a last minute invite

I was so tired today.  I didn't sleep the greatest last night.  I haven't had many good nights sleep lately.  And the chaos of work was pulling me in too many directions - the very poor form joke from my supervisor coming at the worst of it.  But in the midst of it all, I received a Facebook message from a church friend with an invitation to a writing workshop this evening.  

I will admit, I didn't respond right away.  I let it sit, repeatedly coming back to it.  I was so tired but I was intrigued.  Ultimately, I followed the link and completed my registration while there were still two seats left.  I know I follow through on my commitments so completing that registration was the push to get me through the rest of the day and find the energy to do something different.

So after work, I gave up my prime parking spot, ventured into rush hour traffic, and found my way to this public library in the suburbs.  And then I immersed myself in writing prompts, my own creativity, and the incredibly creativity of the others in the class, each of us unique and interesting.  My nervous system rested as 90 minutes disappeared before I ever glanced at my watch or my phone.  And I wrote this poem to myself from one of the prompts that is very relevant to my recent blog posts.

Dark tinted rose colored glasses

created a haze, an isolation

between the depths of your mind

filled with hopes, dreams, self

and the sound of his soothing voice

as he re-wrote and re-created

your clouded memories.

You ignored, glossed over, made light of

the intuitions that came through

with clarity, yet lightheartedness

in the writings of your journals,

only to find yourself decades later

lost and broken,

as the haze begins to clear.