Topsy Turvy

It's been a week of up and downs. More than ever before, I am realizing that creative people have very different personalities, and our emotions can imitate the best kinds of roller coasters.

That was me this week.

Stick a creative person at a desk, 8-5, staring at a computer, every day of the week, and eventually, you're going to have a basket case on your hands. The mind starts to wander, to daydream, to think, "If I could only stay home and write all day...", to believe that there must be more to life than cube-dwelling.

And then the next week, the creative person might have overcome that little hurdle, be happy with their job, think they could do it another few years, and all is well with the world. (This is usually around a payday).

Back and forth, up and down. And if the creative person isn't creating, well, watch out. That's just a time bomb waiting to explode. And I've been doing more research than writing this week. Hmm...that could perhaps figure in to why I'm not very happy and satisfied with life.

There's just too darn much going on in creative people's brains sometimes, and it becomes a bit overwhelming. Depression sets in. The urge to shut out the world and sleep or just sit like a lump on the couch and watch bad B movies all day taunts us. Sometimes we give in. Sometimes we must fight to grasp onto that shred of motivation. Sometimes we win. Other times we lose.

In some ways, I envy those people who have worked at the same job for 20+ years - and are absolutely content with doing so. That's what they want. Wish I could say the same. Sometimes. Like today.

This is a bit of rambling post, but that's ok. Rambling is sometimes good for the mind to release all that gunk that's built up.

Thank goodness it's Friday.