It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything deep or any real writing. I wonder why that is. And when I have I am pulling up archives. What is different in my life from this year to the last few years? I used to write more. I used to write a lot. And create…throw paint or hands-on wood art. Where has that gone? I miss it.

Is it the time? Welcome to the real world. I want to go back to school. I need to keep learning, someone to push me…set aside time. My to-do list hits the floor and bounces back up to smack me in the face. But life is about a healthy balance, so somehow I have to fit a social life in there, and wakeskating, and other things that keep me sane.

I need to write. I need to create. But I go to create and I have no fuel. I’m creatively drained…emotionally drained, I can’t even write. How do I shed the list and surround myself by creatives? I need more than inspiration, I need fuel.