Sometimes…. you just don’t feel it. Sometimes… you wonder what the hell you’re doing, and that thing you know you should have so much excitement about and feel so inspired at the thought of, just does nothing for you. You feel lost, and borderline depressed.
At that point, you start thinking about all the life shit, that has nothing at all to do with your art, but you let it bleed in anyway and use it as fuel to feel even more crappy about yourself.
I wish that I had some formula to tell you how to get out of this, because I would use it myself. What I do know is that time can be a wonderful thing, and that there is an end. You must wait. I must wait. It’s odd to have such a feeling right after a holiday that we use as a national reason to give thanks, and I do have so very much to be thankful for.
Today, I will reflect, and I will reject and not harbor unproductive thoughts. I’ll look to my peers and friends and many of you for inspiration, as all of you inspire me in so many ways! It’s hard to say why we can get down on ourselves for no apparent reason, (Maybe it’s all the turkey) but I think that it’s something that every artist goes through from time to time. It’s something to let you know you’re still human, as well as something to remind you by the end of it, that you can overcome and achieve. That you can have a fruitful and authentic life and not fear troubles or hardships because you’ve shown yourself that you can endure.
Life is all about contrast, my friends. Without the dark we would have no appreciation of the light. Without the troubles we could never relish in the good times.
Here’s to life!