Creative Energy Needs a Conduit
Sometimes I feel like the universe is vibrating right through me, like a tuning fork rattling my bones. It’s simultaneously thrilling and terrifying.
When that level of creative energy hits, it isn’t always graceful or poetic. It can be chaotic. Loud. Disorienting. Like trying to drink from a firehose. And if you don’t have somewhere for it to go, it starts to burn you up from the inside, or else find ways to get out of you in other ways.
When energy like that has nowhere to land, it doesn’t disappear, more often than not, it distorts. Like sound sent through a blown-out speaker, the message gets scrambled. Ideas spin. Emotions flood. You feel manic or stuck, buzzing with potential but unable to focus long enough to make anything of it.
The lesson isn’t to suppress it. It’s to build better equipment. Journaling, drawing, movement, singing, conversations, whatever allows you to turn the abstract into something tangible. To give the energy shape so it doesn’t just rattle around in your head or heart.
Sometimes that means scribbling words you’ll never share. Other times it’s just pacing the room and talking out loud until the signal becomes clear. The act of externalizing it is what makes the chaos manageable. That’s the filter. That’s the speaker with clean wiring.
Without a release valve, it’s easy to spiral. To short-circuit. To confuse inspiration with pressure. But if you build the infrastructure to hold that energy, it becomes a gift, not a burden.