I'm struggling with creative constipation 🪼
I love writing. I love creating. I love self expression. But time is so against us. It feels like there is just not enough time in the day to sort out creating art and feeling content in our self ideation and expression. Especially not with 4+ of us in here. It almost feels like we all gotta pool our effort into one of us just to be able to survive, let alone thrive.
I dont know, maybe this is one for the therapist and not the internet, but the task of living feels sisyphean. But especially for a group as creatively minded as us, it feels like we are living the life of Sisyphus where we'll be set free if we manage 1000 clean kickflips in a row on a skateboard while we push the boulder up the mountain. It's just not feasible. It feels like failure is inevitable. The extra output required of us being far too much for a task that we could barely manage without it.
I fucking love writing. I love creating and expressing myself more than I can put into words. I want to be able to live and not just survive. I want us all to imagine a better place, and a goal to accomplish. And then to reach those goals. To strive for something and succeed. It's so tough, with a road ahead looking steeper and steeper harder we push ourselves to ascend to its end.
But I'll continue. We'll continue. Find a better way. Where we help each other push. combining our strengths and covering our weaknesses. Its important to remember that at least there's a road at all, and that a road is indicitive of a path well tread. We can ask those who have made the journey for advice and encouragement, take a second to refect and reevaluate. And just remember that the sun isn't setting any time soon.