Why I’m really not making things
Strangely enough, as I wrote last night about all the reasons I was wasting time online, doing boring things instead of what makes my heart sing, I somehow forgot one of the main obstacles.
It’s a little hard for me to put into words, so I will share it through the medium of interpretive dance. No, wait, that would be silly and I’d probably fall over and break an ankle. Instead, I will show it with pictures.
So, a little hard to feel creative in there. It’s only been about a year since I redid the room with all sorts of storage and organization and work surfaces. For the last six months I’ve barely gone in there, so all this happened in probably four months. How?
A lot of it is my work style. I need all the materials and tools spread out. I need pull out things that might end up becoming part of a project. Then I get tired of that project, shove it to the back of the work surface, and add a new layer.
I have trouble going back and excavating older projects because there are layers of guilt between all the various project layers. Guilt for not finishing something, disappointment that it didn’t come together like the vision.
It is my hope that I can bring some order back to this space this weekend, and get it to where I can use it happily.