I think I have a problem. A big problem. I think that I am feeding my creative side but not nurturing it.
You see, I am buying the things to be creative, but I am not always doing the creative things.
So the things are accumulating, but the projects are not being finished or started.
Given that the possibilities are endless, but that the finished project is set, I can see where the first is far more appealing than the end.
But the end brings its own satisfaction, too.
I’ve encountered a lot of folks who want to write a book. I spent years in their company in writers groups–those people who dream of being a writer but never want to put in the work of writing. These are also the kind who watch how-to videos but never do the things they watch.
I never wanted to be one of those people.
And yet, here I am, dwelling in possibilities. Maybe I will just rest here until moving to the other side.
Until next time, stay healthy.