Have you ever felt so incredibly depleted of creative energy you begin to wonder whether you ever had any to begin with?
I look around my house and see paintings that I've created. I browse through old journals & read poetry, narratives & memoirs in my handwriting. Yet, holding a paint brush in one hand & a pencil in the other, I see no picture, hear no words.
I'm almost certain this is due to exhaustion. So, at 8 pm this old, creative-less lady will head to bed with prayers of inspiration in her heart.
Goodnight blogtopia... wish me an early rise full of new ideas to fill my days with beauty & originality.
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