Recently I have been fidgety. I walk around my house starting small projects and then moving away from them because they are not fulfilling. There is a void within me which I do not know how to fill. I stand in front of my book case and read all the titles. I pick up a book and then set it back down again because I have instantly lost interest.
I have always had an idea of what I would like to achieve and have worked hard to get this blog to that point but it seems like it is still missing something. I am not sure what that might be though.
I am not a good blogger because I have a life. I am a creative person who does not fit in the box of a full time working career woman. When my life drains me my creative process suffers. Without financial freedom my imagination is incarcerated as well.
I am not a good blogger because I do not specialize in one thing or share a common interest with the masses. I am an introvert. It is hard to make friends. I actually enjoy my solitary. I have many interest and they are not mainstream. If I told you what they were you'd laugh... no really, you would.
I am not a good blogger because I am messy. As a creative person my organization is extremely unorganized. This keeps me from posting pictures of my home and my workshop. I am ashamed of my mess, even though it is extremely beneficial to my creative process and my well being.
This process of thinking has not gotten me anywhere in 5 years so I must abandon it especially if I ever want to see my dreams achieve fruition. Otherwise this would all be for naught, like whispers in the night, disappearing into the shadows.
