Why is it that when I have so many creative ideas flowing in my head, I am at my least motivated state to create? It must be the artist and the rationalist in me duking it out, which of course, the artist loses nearly every time.
“I want to paint a pretty picture!” said the artist, in a carefree yet determined tenor.
“You can’t paint! The toilet needs to be scrubbed, dishes washed, floors vacuumed, windows cleaned, bathtub sprayed with bleach to get rid of that damned mildew problem, dog bathed and her nails clipped, laundry washed and folded, furniture dusted, garden weeded and watered, chicken coop cleaned out, and maybe if you have time, eat something!” screamed the rationalist, rather demandingly, as if he was an authoritative figure, and one to be reckoned with at that.
So many projects I want to make and so many chores that need to be done. Maybe someday I will find a good balance between the two, instead of ignoring them both. Until then, I’m going to go get another cup of coffee and check my Facebook.
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