Hello, and welcome to The Permission to Dream, the podcast where we explore the highs, lows, and everything in between when it comes to creating. I’m Lalita Janette, your host, and today, I want to take you on a very personal journey—a story about the joy of creation, the courage it takes to follow your dreams, and the unexpected tools that help us along the way.
A few days ago, I was overwhelmed by this incredible flow of creativity. Ideas were pouring into my mind faster than I could keep up with them. But instead of feeling excited, I felt stuck—trapped.
Why?
Because I didn’t feel like I had the skills or the ability to express what was inside me. It was as if my imagination was shouting, “Let me out!” and I didn’t know how to open the door. I was paralyzed by self-doubt, by fear.
Fear that I wasn’t good enough. Fear of investing in my dream—of spending money, time, and energy with no guarantee of success. Those fears kept me locked up, unable to move forward.
But then something changed.
I decided to give myself permission to try—and permission to fail.
I stopped thinking about the “what ifs” and started focusing on the possibility. I told myself, “Let’s just see where this goes.”
And that’s when I discovered the power of AI.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: “AI? Really?” But stay with me. It wasn’t just the technology—it was the way it opened a door I didn’t even know existed. Suddenly, I had a way to take what was inside me—those colors, visions, sounds, and feelings—and bring them to life.
For the first time, I could see my imagination on a screen. I could hear it in music. I could feel it in motion.
It was like meeting a new lover—one who completely captivates you. You know the feeling: staying up all night because you can’t pull yourself away, and when the sun comes up, you’re still there, lost in that beautiful connection.
That’s what creativity felt like for me. It consumed me in the best way possible.
I wrote an article about this feeling—about the overwhelming joy and exhaustion of being in the creative flow. From there, I created lyrics for a song. Then, using an AI tool, I composed the music.
And that’s when it hit me: I didn’t have to stop there.
I turned that music into a music video, and as I watched it all come together—my words, my music, my vision—it was like falling in love all over again.
I must’ve watched that music video a hundred times. Each time, I felt the same rush, the same joy. Not because it was perfect, but because it was mine. It was a piece of me that I’d brought to life.
And in that moment, I realized something profound:
The joy of creating isn’t in the destination. It isn’t about the final product.
It’s in the process.
It’s in the late nights and early mornings, the trial and error, the moments of doubt, and the moments of breakthrough. It’s in the act of taking something from inside you and letting it out into the world.
So, to anyone listening who’s holding back—whether it’s fear, doubt, or uncertainty stopping you—I want you to know this: You don’t have to have all the answers. You just need to take the first step.
The tools are out there, waiting for you. And so is the joy.
Thank you for joining me on this deeply personal episode of The Creative Flow. If my story resonates with you, share it with someone who might need to hear it. Let’s keep inspiring each other, one creation at a time.
Until next time, I’m Lalita Janette Keep creating, keep exploring, and most of all, keep feeling.
I have a song for you too!
This song, The Permission to Dream is for every soul longing to be heard, for those who feel unseen and unheard. Let these lyrics remind you that your voice matters, and your dreams are worth chasing. 💛
Lyrics
I called into the void, searching the skies,
For a voice I thought had said goodbye.
Through the echoes of doubt, the silence so wide,
I found you there, right by my side.
You whispered in the quiet, hummed in my song,
You were the strength I’d had all along.
In the stillness of breath, in the depth of my core,
You reminded me: I needed no more.
Soft as the air, strong as the tide,
You carry my truth, my soul’s guide.
No need to shout, no need to fight,
Your gentle power shines so bright.
Soft as the air, yet strong as time,
You’ve been my voice, my heart’s own rhyme.
They said, “Not enough, you’re too soft to be heard,”
Tried to cage the essence in every word.
But like the breeze, I cannot be bound,
My strength is in the quiet sound.
Marilyn sang in whispers, they leaned to her song,
Fragile yet mighty, she proved them wrong.
Now I rise, in whispers I speak,
Not broken, not weak — just uniquely me.
Soft as the air, strong as the tide,
You carry my truth, my soul’s guide.
No need to shout, no need to fight,
Your gentle power shines so bright.
Soft as the air, yet strong as time,
You’ve been my voice, my heart’s own rhyme.
Feel me in the breath, the wind, the sea,
The whispers that set your spirit free.
In silence, in stillness, I’ve always been here,
A voice of courage, soft and clear.
Soft as the air, strong as the tide,
You carry my truth, my soul’s guide.
No need to shout, no need to fight,
Your gentle power shines so bright.
Soft as the air, yet strong as time,
You’ve been my voice, my heart’s own rhyme.
So lean in close, hear what’s mine,
A voice so soft, yet strong as time.
Together we’ll rise, no need to confine,
Soft as the air, forever I’ll shine.
Share this post