How are you?

 



I'm in limbo. I feel stuck. I know there are things I should be grateful for, and I am, however, anytime I'm not creating I feel redundant. I don't know if other people feel like this, once in a while. It is the uncertainty that comes with being a creative. A curse of whether the boat will sink or sail. A feeling that steals your joy because sometimes the work flows like a river in a rainy season, but sometimes, it is stagnant sewer water in a Nairobi slum.  I hate this feeling. This constant loop of feeling like I should rest in order to be productive and that I should create in order to rest. 

I have not written in so long here and sometimes I look back nostalgically at the numerous pieces that remain unfinished on my diary, random pieces of paper around the house or on my desktop, ships that sank before they caught the wave. 

But as it turns out, everything in this life is done one step at a time and I will try to be more intentional.

Ha! Who I'm I lying to? I'm  already
four days late to this challenge already.  Who can predict this rollercoaster? Aren't we all struggling to maintain our sanity? I'm just winging it because eventually, irriz wor irriz!

So how I'm I? Niko tu.

What about you. How are you?

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