A million years ago, I used to make little graphics for my websites, and I’d lose millions of hours doing it (in a good way). I’ve spent my spare minutes this week ~lost in the flow~ playing around with graphics, ideas, colours, shapes, fonts.
When I (almost accidentally) read The Happiness Project back in 2012 and thought it was fantastic and started working on being happier, I did some exercises here and there (from The Happiness Project, from The Artist’s Way, from other books) on how do I lose time / what is my flow. I was constantly stuck answering that question, because I had made my sensible adult life efficient and devoid of frivolous meandering – I was good at UX, so why would I code anymore, why would I do any graphic design anymore, why would I make music anymore, why would I make videos anymore? (etc.)
I thought, if I couldn’t answer that exercise question, then I must be really hopeless. I thought I should know the answer immediately. And if I didn’t know the answer, maybe I hadn’t even found my thing yet. Which was also kind of awful, because I didn’t know how to go about looking for my thing.
Four years later though, I see how long it’s taken me to get here, to relearn all this stuff that I used to enjoy. Four years to un-efficient myself and to be OK dawdling for hours making graphics and coming up with names for potential products and planning and brainstorming ideas and creating gifts.
I recently read The Dance of the Possible: the mostly honest completely irreverent guide to creativity by Scott Berkun, and the first chapters (I think about the first five chapters?) were great, and Berkun mentions this phenomenon about how we become more efficient as we Adult, and how we stop wasting time/exploring/playing. Yup.