I think I may have fixed myself
in a way, anyway. I couldn’t sleep the other night. I spent some time writing in a journal, and really thinking things over. Long story short, I worked out some stuff that needed to be worked out, and figured out that my complete lack of motivation was really just fear based. Stupid huh? Anyway, having recognized that finally, things are much better now.
I didn’t get much accomplished yesterday. I took a nap in the morning and rested the rest of the day. Last night, however, I cleaned out my entire creative space (I still have a bit of work to do, but I have actual useful space again). This is a chore I’ve not been able to do. It’s the sort of chore that I’d spend hours agonizing over and get very little done. I work best when I can actually move in my creative space. Making it impossible for myself to work meant I wouldn’t have to face failing or succeeding at any creative endeavors. I think I’m afraid of both sucess and failure. It’s stupid. Anyway, in the course of 3 hours, it’s approaching spotless. Yeah, i have some organizing to do, but the point is, I can actually work now.
It rocks. Cross your fingers that this continues to work.
