I just recapped all my other stresses on my musings blog. I wish I had something to recap here except a half hour of knitting. Art has been non-existent, and I feel it. Writing has been better than art, but it doesn’t go beyond blogging.
I feel it, too. I feel caged. I feel lost. I feel like I’ve wasted my entire week being some sort of money making, taxi driving drone. I feel like I want to run as far away as I can from my every day life when I don’t get time to create something, anything. To non-creatives, I’m sure it seems wierd, selfish, or whatever other label you might want to put on it. But to me, self-expression keeps me from exploding, or maybe imploding. You can’t keep all the everyday crap, every little stress, aggrivation, joy, moment of impatience, emotion from living, bottled up inside you without it having to go somewhere.
You can’t live every single moment without a moment of rest or relaxation. To me that’s what creative time is. I guess I enter the same zone of unconsiousness that someone who enjoys a telelvision show or a good movie does. It’s my downtime and my uptime. Anyway, I have to find some time for it this weekend. I have too.
