Overwhelm and creativity
The desperate need for space in a very full head and its role in the creative process
Most days, even when I know I’m more than up to the tasks at hand, I feel overwhelmed. The psychologists and psychotherapists speak of the stress jug overflowing, and a person becoming sensitised. That’s what happens to me. And before I know it, thousands of thoughts and concerns blast through my brain and activate my nervous system, my threat response called to arms.
It’s a symptom of our information age and a pillar of the mental health crisis.
So I’ve been making space.
It feels impossible, but it’s not.
When I slow down and take time to breathe, immediate guilt is upon me because I feel that my chances of earning what I need to earn are diminished. As a man with many responsibilities, there’s always something I could be doing to help the family, take the business forward, or keep myself occupied.
Yesterday I listened to a taoism podcast about overwhelm. I wondered if this was counterintuitive given my stretched mind, but it helped. It opened with a story about a potter asked by his apprentice about how he shaped the clay so beautifully. The potter smiled and explained that he was not shaping the clay, but creating the space inside.
It immediately hit home. If you head to the reading list, you’ll find the brilliant In Praise of Shadows on this very topic.
The human mind does not have the capacity to handle the amount of material we feed it in our times.
I recently made the silly mistake of clearing a few more tasks on my laptop on the train back from an intense coaching session I delivered in London. It cost me a full night of sleep because I couldn’t shut down the chatter in my head. The overspill of this is ongoing nervous exhaustion and overwhelm.
Since then, instead of using a free slot or evening for busy work, I try to consider the emptiness available. I don’t always need to watch TV, check my phone, read my book, or do anything at all. What if sitting still or looking out of the window is enough? I’ve been making conscious choices according to my energy, and how full my stress jug is.
My choice to expand my creativity into coaching, podcasting, and writing, while maintaining my career as an illustrator and artist, necessitates a certain amount of dedication and task elimination, but all too often, in the busy work headspace, I’ll veer into autopilot, continuing to do, when what would really help with inner calm and seeing clearly the best way forward, is space. Space to breathe, to simply be.
in The Creative Condition book, I wrote about the role of the unconscious, and its ability to hand us solutions we cannot crack with persistence and grind. The classic shower moment. We are conditioned to do more all of the time, and it keeps us trapped, disconnected from feeling the way forward. The inner compass.
I’m naturally disorganised. Or maybe lazy. Or both. So I have to work hard to stay organised in my day-to-day life. I don’t miss deadlines, but I’ll allow what could be a simple list of tasks ordered by urgency or importance to become a monstrous thought swarm that leaves me in this awful state of overwhelm. And the sleepless cycle begins again.
The podcast I mentioned also shares the story of a Zen master responding to a student’s thirst for knowledge and answers by continuing to pour his tea long after the cup is full.
And that applies here. For a long time, I’ve been pouring, and I’m up to my brain in it, struggling to breathe.
But now, I’ve pulled back, and I’m beginning to ladle out the tea until there’s some room, so I can calmly drink what’s inside.