Too late to write anything of any real substance, but there always seems to be an excuse of some sort. I'm learning that sometimes I just need to push myself to be creative. When the juices start flowing it's off to the races, but it's getting to that point that I struggle with. My girlfriend told me I need to focus on one creative endeavor at a time. Apparently, I keep shifting back and forth between different things that I want to do and then never finish any of them. I'm sorry, but that seems like a really douchey habit to have. I really need to stop. It's time to find a focus. Time to find an outlet. Time to really start working at being great at something. Something I enjoy doing. And see now that I've given myself this little mini half-paragraph pep-talk, I'm feeling motivated to do something. Too bad it's 2:22 a.m. It's not time to be motivated right now. It's time to sleep. And that's my real problem. I just don't know the difference. Tomorrow morning when my alarm goes off in roughly five and a half hours it'll be time for me to be motivated, and creative and go to work, but I'll just want to sleep. Now that I should be sleeping, I want write a children's book or draw a picture of a teary-eyed glass of wine placed next to an annoyed-looking piece of sharp cheddar and submit it to Threadless.com or something.
But oh well. At least I know that creativity does in fact exist somewhere inside me. Even if it's hiding in the deepest darkest crevasse at least I know it's somewhere in there. Did you know that's how you spell crevasse? I didn't.
One thing I have realized is that aside from this 2:27 a.m situation I'm facing right now is that most times, when I do feel the motivational factor or creative juices kicking in, I need to really focus, lock myself away and let myself go to town on something. When I don't channel my inner rumblings of manifested creative urges I end up with something similarly equivalent to blue balls. I just end up frustrated, tired and unfulfilled wondering when my next chance to tap into something of any real substance will be...
Anyhow, I'm giving into my heavy eyelids right about now. My mind is wide awake, but my body is telling me to stop giving into these asinine insomnia-induced tendencies that probably lead to my sporadically unconventional and inconvenient motivational patterns... or overall lack thereof. Goodnight.
But oh well. At least I know that creativity does in fact exist somewhere inside me. Even if it's hiding in the deepest darkest crevasse at least I know it's somewhere in there. Did you know that's how you spell crevasse? I didn't.
One thing I have realized is that aside from this 2:27 a.m situation I'm facing right now is that most times, when I do feel the motivational factor or creative juices kicking in, I need to really focus, lock myself away and let myself go to town on something. When I don't channel my inner rumblings of manifested creative urges I end up with something similarly equivalent to blue balls. I just end up frustrated, tired and unfulfilled wondering when my next chance to tap into something of any real substance will be...
Anyhow, I'm giving into my heavy eyelids right about now. My mind is wide awake, but my body is telling me to stop giving into these asinine insomnia-induced tendencies that probably lead to my sporadically unconventional and inconvenient motivational patterns... or overall lack thereof. Goodnight.
