For the past three years, I’ve written something every day.
A few lines, a thought, sometimes just a single word. At some point, I began turning those entries into images using Midjourney.

It wasn’t about making beautiful visuals.
It was about seeing what my thoughts looked like when I gave them form.

Some images came out strange, others unexpectedly moving. Most didn’t match what I had in mind, but that mismatch became the most interesting part. It showed how vague ideas shift once they meet structure.

Over time, this routine stopped being about output. It became a quiet practice of reflection.
Writing captured the thought. The image caught the emotion that words couldn’t.

Looking back, I think creativity isn’t about control or perfection.
It’s about noticing, the change in tone, the rhythm of thought, the space between what you meant and what appeared.

The more I notice, the more I understand how design begins.
In attention, not intention.