Though occasionally seeping out through my work, I’ve never been one for airing deeply raw and personal stuff on the incubi that is social media.
I will admit however, that the last couple of weeks, tough emotionally and physically, and the sleepless ruminating that goes with the stomach churning fear of ‘whatever next?’ have somehow lifted a certain prescriptive brain fog that I had let move in and bed down to blunt the auld creative senses.
I’ve long-held the notion that I should really step up and direct my own work, but those pesky fog gremlins have thus far drenched the thoughts with their incessant lack of faith.
Life is now, not some distant future. I may fall flat on my face, but it’s my face, so what of it? And if I fall first, at least, for those who might come along for the ride, there will be something soft underfoot to land safely on!