After putting down my creative tools when my mind was a blur, now that I am getting pockets of time, my mind is starting to generate ideas for creative projects.
It's also trying to ponder in the background my future direction, and what shape it will be.
I am starting to think about spaces we inhabit, both mentally and physically and how we occupy them. It falls in line with hiding from my creative self, while life was too busy, did I do this because I didn't want to make bad work? But what is bad work and at the end of the day, it's all process?
Perhaps I did myself a disservice by doing this as it applies an invisible pressure - the blank page - the starting fresh - starting again - only doing work that is shareable.
But also perhaps I needed that time out, I like many others, take on so many things and life then hands us extra via circumstance and then poof all your time is gone unless you make the effort to protect some of it. So I decided to stop some things to lessen the burden why is it that creative pursuits are dropped first? Something to think on.