My creative brain is bursting. It shouts ‘Generate. Make something happen. Anything. PLEASE!’.
I have to admit it’s a peculiar feeling, this wanting to write or generate something without direction or topic. It reflects the story of my life lately. I’m treading water in a quite a few areas lately. Not really going anywhere but also not sinking. Just staid sameness. There’s nothing wrong with my life. Really. I’m in a good place. I’m doing well. My career is going well. Husband and kid are happy for the moment. I worked pretty hard in a lot of different ways to get here. I should relax, do what I’m doing and enjoy it. Right?
A friend of mine relayed to me that others work towards and revel in exactly this predictable kind of life. What’s wrong with me?
I’m educated. I’m healthy. I have options. Instead of sticking with gratitude and reflecting on my unbelievable luck, I find myself wanting to create challenge. I want to test my limits. I want to kick the hornet’s nest and run for my life. Breath tearing at my lungs.
I’m going to change the story of my life.