Quicksand…

Creativity can be frustrating sometimes. There are moments when I have a cluster of ideas, amazing and unique concepts come flooding out of my brain. I follow a particular stream of consciousness, working the idea over and over inside of my head, but if I don’t write it down the thought leaves me and I am left with a whisper of something cool that I can no longer remember. I don’t understand why I can’t just pick up a pen or a pencil the moment I feel the inspiration? It’s the same with intense and wild dreams that I startle awake from. Some of them are so colorful and vibrant but I don’t take the necessary actions required to preserve the details.

I understand that getting stuck is part of the overall journey of life but those moments are made even more frustrating when it feels like you missed the boat sailing by the island that you’ve been trapped on. You know another boat will sail by at some point so in the meantime you just imagine what it would’ve have been like on the boat that you missed and all of the things you’d do the moment you reached a populated land mass. 

I am feeling stuck at the moment and I’m trying to figure out why that is. I can feel the creative sparks crackling under my skin and I wait uncomfortably for the fireworks show to begin. It seems the older that I get the less patience I have for bullshit, especially my own.