When I was living in Philadelphia and working (extremely hard) in a middle school, I felt fulfilled in a way I hadn’t before. But I also felt I was missing something. The creativity piece. I complained (mostly to myself, but also a good bit to my family and friends) that I didn’t have time to dance, to create, to work on my vision of owning and operating my own arts organization.
I don’t have those excuses anymore. I’m not living in Philadelphia, nor am I working in a school. And yet, here I sit, about as far away from realizing my dreams of creating and being surrounded by art as I was then. (Well that’s actually completely a lie – I did take the plunge and quit my job and move, so there’s that.)
It turns out, just the absence of the thing you say is standing in your way doesn’t mean you will actually stop standing in your own way. So now, it’s time to figure out how to two-step around myself.
Here’s to another day of creativity…