I don't know if that makes sense to anyone else, but it's how I feel.
I want to imagine. I want to create. I want to write.
My brain however has other plans.
So I sit and I stare at the screen... for seconds... minutes... hours... days...
I read inspriation pages in hopes of gleaning just a sliver of the promised stimulation to start turning the wheels. And nothing.
Maybe it's because my house is like a sauna tonight and I just can't use brain power to create when it's all used being miserable? Maybe it's because of the mindless reality television that's currently playing in the background? Maybe it's because I've already used all my creativity for the night on my vlog and my photo-a-day challenge?
Can you use up your creativity? Is there a limit to how much someone has for their life?
I'm a firm believer that some people squander their creativity in exchange for a boring, safe existence.
What if the wasted creativity of the safe floats around in the world until it senses creativity and it latches on... Maybe that's how some poeple continue on...
Sometimes I wonder where my brain goes.
Much love
E
