My muse likes to play hide-n-seek.
Tonight she showed herself and I couldn't not write. My fingers weren't fast enough to keep up with my thoughts.
I love nights like this. I'd like there to be more of them.
I talk about making time for more of these nights. I complain about not having more of these nights. I tell people I'm going to find a way to have more of these nights.
But, too often life gets in the way. And I go through long stretches of feeling stagnant before the urge strikes again.
As I was driving home tonight after a marathon writing session, it finally occurred to me when these bursts of creative energy happen.
I'm more creative when I'm more physically active. I'm more creative when I'm eating cleaner. And I'm more creative when I take quiet time for myself.
Ohhhh, so it's that whole self care thing that I seem to struggle with.
When I take care of myself, my self can be free to create.
I need to write that down so I don't forget it again.