I am falling out of practice in writing.
Its really absurd how incapable i seem to be at balancing more than one creative impulse at a time.
In that way i really miss college. You are bombarded and forced to perform on many different fronts and somehow all that stress and frustration and pressure worked to provide me a marvelous creative fervor. I could write academically and reflectively and poetically because i had to or burst.
I wonder for myself how i'm letting out all that energy now.
Certainly less productively.
But i don't suppose one must always be productive. I don't actually believe that statement at all. I feel best when i am achieving something. Life seems simpler when you work to achieve one small thing after another. Perhaps it gives me less time to reflect on the larger picture.
Some whimy for the weekend.
From my pintrest.