It’s emberrassing to admit I’ve been in a funk these last two months. I felt dejected after the disasterous craft show (I promise I’ll stop talking about it soon). I’ve wallowed. I’ve not crafted or been creative. I cancelled the Haunted Blog Hop because I couldn’t bring myself to write. The craft room became a storage room for everything in the house that I didn’t want to deal with; much like the bad feelings, the ineadequacy I felt, and the resentment that I pushed back to the corners of my mind. I didn’t want to deal with those things so I ignored them and piled on mindless TV watching, blog reading, and moping around.
It may seem like a bad idea to put it out there to the world but it’s authentic. It’s a document of what I’m thinking feeling, doing and not doing at this stage in my existance. I am, after all, still desperately seeking my place.
The happy thing is: I’m coming out of it! Enough is enough already. I’m in the craft room cleaning out the mess. Purging the stuff that I don’t have room for. It’s sad to let go of so much good stuff but for my sanity, I must purge. It’s the only way to make room for making magic; creativity needs a place to flourish, right?
With the help of some friends and FB I’ve been motivated and encouraged to clean/purge/reorganize in 15 minute increments-a management system that’s doable. This evening I kept rolling long after the fifteen minute mark, sweeping and sorting, and feeling light, freer, craftier.
Set it free (the junk, the chaos, the disorganization) and it will come back (creativiety).
