Some days, just driving home for work is a chore. I barely have the energy to get in the door and drop. But the life of an artist means that when you get home from a full day of work... your work day is just beginning. My creativity and inspiration is at an all time low. Not sure if i am tired, under slept, annoyed or what.... but for the past month i just can barely do anything when i get home. I used to be able to see my future playing out in front of me just like i could grab it. So close. But it seems lately to be slipping away from me. And I hate that.
So i am coming back to blogging. I haven't done it for so long and I am sorry. I will also apologize now for the personal nature of this post. And they may lean that way for a bit. It's faster to type than write all this down in my journal and it so helps to work through this all when i let the words spill out somewhere.
A long time ago i knew what i really wanted and these days all i want are days. No need to worry about me. I'm fine. I am just in search of me these days. This is me.... a girl in a white t shirt, jeans, keen shoes and wearing my heart on my sleeve. That's me. And i have lost that in the 9 to 5... i think. So, how do I get that back and still do what needs to be done. That's what i'm in search of. Usually through my art I find that feeling again but lately that just feels like something i need to do. Maybe an art quilt is needed. Or some embroidery. Or both. Not sure.... when i figure it out, i will let you know. Again... sorry for this emotional post. But i'm in search of something that the spilling of words will help me find. I hope. Until then... i;ll just keep drawing even if i feel like everything is just not up to par. See you in my doodles.....
So i am coming back to blogging. I haven't done it for so long and I am sorry. I will also apologize now for the personal nature of this post. And they may lean that way for a bit. It's faster to type than write all this down in my journal and it so helps to work through this all when i let the words spill out somewhere.
A long time ago i knew what i really wanted and these days all i want are days. No need to worry about me. I'm fine. I am just in search of me these days. This is me.... a girl in a white t shirt, jeans, keen shoes and wearing my heart on my sleeve. That's me. And i have lost that in the 9 to 5... i think. So, how do I get that back and still do what needs to be done. That's what i'm in search of. Usually through my art I find that feeling again but lately that just feels like something i need to do. Maybe an art quilt is needed. Or some embroidery. Or both. Not sure.... when i figure it out, i will let you know. Again... sorry for this emotional post. But i'm in search of something that the spilling of words will help me find. I hope. Until then... i;ll just keep drawing even if i feel like everything is just not up to par. See you in my doodles.....