I don’t think I could possibly feel less creative.
I’ve been searching for days, wanting to feel the aliveness on the other side of it, but there is just void.
I must have a finite amount of energy and when too much is directed one way, like a wicked little existential teeter-totter, the other side gets drained.
I keep tapping my phone.
I’m using every distraction method in the book: buying, fixing, working, reacting, sitting, denying.
I write to-do lists that are almost sure to guarantee failure, and complete them.
It’s a mess.
But, now, I’m sitting, the music is playing, the candles are lit and I’m trying.
