I’ve been living in a strange state these weeks.
I’ve got so many ideas running through my head. Projects to start here on my blog, things to do photography-wise, new things to cook, ideas for books (!). I want to start them all. I want to have the time to write a book. To be able to put all my creativity and effort into creating some wonderful piece of imagination that helps people. Makes them smile.
But lately, I just haven’t had the time. I personally hate that. When I feel inspired I want to get creating straight away. When I was younger and wrote a lot of poetry I would lie in bed, trying to go to sleep, suddenly feeling super inspired. I’d get up, turn on the light, get a pen and paper and start writing (old school I know). But right now I’ve been in a situation where that isn’t an option. I have to focus all my (writing) energy on my final project so I can get my bachelors degree. (Lot of constraint and focus, on my part, that I didn’t know I possessed). It’s hard to deal with. Especially since my motivation for university has disappeared this last year. I can do it, but it’s just not for me. My heart lies with creative endeavors that fill me with happiness.
Creative inspiration with no time or place to develop them; it’s tough. But I’m almost done! I’ve been hanging on to summer. By summer I will have finished university and will have the time to focus all my creative energy on writing what I love. Then I will be traveling, soaking up every bit of life and creativity that lingers in the air. It’s almost here. By summer, my life will begin.