Solitude & Sereni.tea

I just returned from a creativemornings meeting. Those who know me best, know how much I love these meetings. These events make me feel like I can breathe, when I have been digging myself out of a cell for the last 30 days (in a period where I am struggling creatively).. And during times when I have been creatively productive – these events help me to feel like I am flying – soaring. I walk out of these meetings high, and energized and welcomed by a community that I so want to belong to, even if I didnt have the opportunity to speak to anyone at that meeting (like today). These people make me feel like I belong, just by being near them.

And today we discussed being at a crossroads, and a life in change. This where I am. In the midst of change. And from what I have discovered, change has 2 speeds: really fast, and very sloooow. I am in the slow lane of change, and I want to merge into the fast lane, most desperately. In today’s meeting the discussion of AI and ChatGPT came up. And like a lot of people, I have been spending a lot of time with ChatGPT recently and it’s gotten to know me fairly well. And so, I thought I would use it to help me create my own movement of change. And so, for the first order of business, I thought we would create a manifesto. So I am very clear on who I am right now. Who I still want to be, while I manifest change. So I used the prompt. Write me a personal manifesto based on the one that creativemornings uses. If you don’t know their manifesto – the first line states:

Everyone is creative.

Here is the manifesto that I wrote with ChatGPT:

We believe in slow mornings, honest effort, and the quiet strength of showing up.
We believe tea can be medicine, books can be balm, and a walk by the sea can change everything.

We honour progress over perfection, softness over shame, and the sacred act of beginning again.
We make room for rest, for art, for beauty—because they are not luxuries. They are lifelines.

We believe our bodies tell the truth. So we listen.
To the yes, the no, the not-yet.
To the hunger and the fullness.
To the ache that says: something needs care.

We believe in nourishment, not punishment.
In laughter that bubbles up without warning.
In the wild grace of choosing joy, even on the hard days.

We trust the quiet pull of intuition. The pendulum’s swing.
We embrace the mess and the magic of becoming—over and over again.

We are still here. Still healing.
Still choosing to love, to grow, to create,
Even when it’s hard.
Especially then.

I don’t know what’s next for me. I just know that there will be something next. Something grand and really special, because I can feel it bubbling up inside of me, and I deserve to have something special come into my life right now. And because I will work at it/for it. But I am also willing to let it come to me. Just find me – like all the best things that have ever come into my life. They have just found me.

And until then, I will be living and acting out the words of my own manifesto.

*the inspiration I used for my manifesto is from creativemornings, you will find the tone, rhythm and frankly the content to be of a similar feel.