When it comes to art, even personalities that aren’t perfectionist suddenly descend into weird, nit-picky hangups. “It doesn’t look right.” “It doesn’t look real enough.” The one who never alphabetizes her books will develop a dire need for right angles and even planes. The one who can’t keep his pantry in any semblance of order …
The Depression Part I’ve felt depressed lately. Sad. Lethargic. Numb. Angry. Frustrated. Disinterested. Dark view of life. No hope. Blech. I’ve blogged about depression before. And I’ve blogged about one of the main triggers of depression for me: not exercising my creativity. When I realized that I was depressed, I said to several people who …
If you know me in real life at all, you know all too well my penchant for scatterbrainedness. Most of the time, I can focus. Most of the time, I know FAR in advance what I want to do. I don’t necessarily live by a schedule — but I do know how I want my day to progress. And I get squirmy if I plan things and then don’t get them done. On the other hand, there are days like today…