Let’s be honest. I’m never going to write at length. I think its a good idea but I just never get there. But something continues to tell me its beneficial and even necessary. But I don’t. Because I don’t make time for it and I’ve always got something else to do.
And so we try again. Why? Because its been a long and somewhat trying winter here in Alaska and its been gnawing at me to try. And so I do.
To that end, I’ve been thinking a lot about creativity, art, occasionally listening to Darby Hudson’s ranting which seem on-point to me, and generally fretting about what I’m doing besides, you know, work and general self-entertainment. Projects that I’ve thought of continue to stack up and thus created expectations and pressure that is never truly relieved. And then I read something like this:
It’s no doubt true, but still sometimes hard to do. Anyway, get out there and do something.
Carl Oberg 