While I believe everyone is an artist (sometimes hidden), writing and creating art are also callings. As a writer who has journaled for many years, I have conducted a self-exploration that perhaps few people conduct over the course of their lives.
Does there come a time when this type of self-exploration becomes wearisome? And then what? Is there a point when the inward journey shifts to outward service? Or, perhaps it is a simultaneous venture–personal discovery and then expanding that into “How can I serve?”
Do you translate your creative pursuit into service? What does that look like?