So, I’m Walking The Dog This Morning…

…thinking about this low-level anxiety I’ve had lately.   I've been waking up with what I am afraid is Creativity Amnesia…the idea that, “I have exhausted all of my creative options,  I am now devoid of ideas, and I will never have another creative impulse again. “

“I've exhausted everything. I have reached the end of my creative abilities.”

Of course, this is a completely *reasonable* assumption, because of my severely limited abilities: "I have no talent, just a huge case of imposter syndrome…”  

Yep. I have this fear from time to time, and it exhausts a lot of my energy. I try not to cultivate it too much, but sometimes that VOICE manages to win. I am convinced that the artistic equivalent of The Moss-Covered, Three-Handled Family Grudunza has victoriously wrestled me to the ground and has squished out artistic inspiration (By the way, that is an actual wrestling move, AND it’s a Cat-In-The-Hat-Reference.  :) 

But, I digress…. how does one combat this seemingly legit fear that one’s creativity has taken the low road (OR been stolen by a Grudunza?)? More on that in the next blog.

(Full disclosure…This is NOT Sally, but she does look a lot like this :)