It's been a busy two weeks for my creativy. It's been a mix of website stuff, non-fiction writing, and finally starting another flash fiction.
Apparently, I have a yearly trend of getting really excited about my goals days 1 through 7. Then for days 8 and on, getting over-anxious because I'm trying to focus on 20 things at once.
Successes - ran a half marathon, got the brilliant idea to outline a novel; failures - haven't touched a bit of writing.
We're going down. But not for long. This morning I took the morning off to rest up and get back to it. Especially since this is the last few weeks before an actual vacation.
I have two loves: Science and Art. I took one as my career and keep the other as my many hobbies. As soon as I only think of art as a job though, it loses its appeal. Its therapeutic effects.
Every day after work I get back on the computer and continue to work. Every weekend I work. Trying to fill every moment with reaching my goals. Once in awhile my partner and I have a day off together and I'm forced to just relax.