Our hearts know what we need I think. We just have to tune in.
I feel like I’ve been on a reckless creative bender. Photography, drawing, blogging, reading indulgently, and now, dipping my toe in to see if I can write fiction again. How about that? I think I can…
It feels wild, almost out of control, as if I’m running over the brim of my practical cup with creative bubblings, more than one person should be allowed.
I’m trying to find a reason to stop, to cut back, and I can’t seem to unearth one. Can you overdose on creativity?
Maybe I had all of this in me all along. Playing hide-and-seek. Tag. You’re it.
And I think I am.