Back in February I decided to join the #100dayproject, a movement created by creatives to inspire artistic continuity in community. Sign me up! I did it during the pandemic with the Boston Creative Mornings community to coincide with the launch of my Last of What I Know EP, and I really enjoyed sharing parts of my creative process with the encouragement of another group of creatives. Here’s a good example of that share.

This time around, it became quite clear that I was not into it when it came to the act of writing music. First off, I didn’t have the Boston Creative Mornings Community to lean on when I struggled to find ways to share. The bigger problem was this: who was I pleasing by showing my work on social media? The algorithms or myself? I was struggling to find the connection between sharing and my own deeply meaningful practice, and logging onto a deeply addicting social media platform for the sake of saying I did. To share my practice in real-time felt a little off this time around. I later figured out why.

So about a month in, I decided to pivot to morning pages through the Artist’s Way. If ever you are stuck, I urge you to find the Artist’s Way. It is a beacon of hope to remind you of the same thing the #100dayproject wants to remind you of: you are capable of so much and with a regular practice, you will find what you are looking for.

So now it’s June 2nd. This project is over, and I’m grateful. I have pages and pages of words. Some of it means nothing, while other little hints pointed me in the direction of a much larger recording project than I anticipated. And it’s big. It’s deep. And I understand why I didn’t want to share every little piece. This project is turning into a memoir, presented in the way I know how to express myself best: song.

So was the project successful? Not for the Instagram algorithm. (Except for this morose English ballad I shared in honor of my aunt Rosy). For my creative universe? Hell yes it was successful. I’m excited.