It’s supposed to get up to ninety today; I guess I have to wait a bit longer for my beloved Fall to arrive. The heat seems to slow me down, to turn my creativity off. I don’t feel productive.
Yet, part me knows that these dormant days are also a part of the creative cycle. Life moves between periods of taking things in and putting things out into the world.
So why do I always feel guilty when I let myself have taking-in, quiet, alone days?
How much more I could accomplish if I embraced them (why is it so hard for me to really believe this?).
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