The Heart of the Illusion | By Sally Thatgurl
July 11, 2026
When WordPress popped up today’s prompt – “What’s one habit that has improved your life the most?” – my immediate, structured brain wanted to print out a spreadsheet of my daily trackers. I wanted to talk about morning routines, hydration goals, or the meticulous setup of my monthly planners.
But if I’m being entirely honest, the habit that has completely shifted my world over the last few weeks isn’t about getting organized. It’s about letting go.
I recently started reading The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. I am only three weeks into this 12-week program, so let’s not declare me a fully enlightened creative guru just yet. But three weeks has been just long enough to cultivate a daily practice that has brought back a part of me I thought was gone forever.
I started drawing again. Something I used to absolutely love to do, but entirely gave up over thirty years ago.
The Digitize-to-Survive Strategy
If you know anything about The Artist’s Way, you know the absolute foundation of the program is “Morning Pages” – three pages of stream-of-consciousness writing done first thing every morning. It’s meant to be a brain dump to clear out the mental clutter, the anxieties, and the inner critic before your day even starts.
Now, the traditional rules say you have to write these by hand. But logic and physical reality had to take over here. Between structured journaling, daily planning, and my stubborn case of carpal tunnel syndrome, my hands only have so many miles in them per day.
So, I adapted. I do my morning pages digitally. Typing out that stream-of-consciousness chaos allows me to clear my head, keep my hands from cramping, and – most importantly – save all my physical hand strength for what actually matters: holding a pencil.
Thirty Years of Dust
Picking up a drawing pencil after three decades is a bizarre psychological trip. Thirty years ago, life got busy, responsibilities piled up, and somewhere along the line, the perfectionist in me decided that if I couldn’t create a flawless masterpiece, I shouldn’t bother creating at all. I packed the sketchbooks away, closed that door, and let the dust settle.
But the habit of doing those morning brain dumps did exactly what the book promised it would: it quieted the inner critic just enough for me to pick the pencil back up.
Week one was intimidating. Week two was experimental. By week three, it has become a non-negotiable daily habit. I’m not drawing for an exhibition, and I’m not drawing for anyone else’s approval. I am drawing simply because the act of creating lines on a page makes the noise in my head go quiet. It turns out that three decades of rust can be scraped off surprisingly fast when you stop letting fear run the studio.
The Real “Illusion of Organization”
We talk a lot on this blog about organizing our lives, our schedules, and our spaces. But this new creative habit has taught me that the ultimate illusion is thinking we can organize our emotions or schedule our healing.
Sometimes, the best way to process the heavy chapters of life isn’t to color-code them into a tracker. It’s to sit down with a digital keyboard, clear out the mental static, and then pick up a pencil to draw something just for the pure, unadulterated joy of it.
I’m only on week three, and the sketchbooks are officially out of retirement. The inner critic is still trying to speak up, but she’s being out-voted by the daily routine.
To my readers: Is there a hobby or a passion you walked away from years ago because life simply got too loud? If you had a magic daily reset button to clear your mind for just thirty minutes, what creative outlet would you bring back from retirement? Let’s talk in the comments!
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