Inspiration is a funny thing. Sometimes it comes so easily that I feel a little guilty calling what I do “work.” Other times though it feels like the well is dry and I find myself fruitlessly searching for something to spark that creative fire. It can be tiring, and at times even disheartening- especially when you inevitably find yourself wondering what would happen if inspiration *never* came back.
Luckily that’s not how inspiration works- it always comes back if you have an open heart for it. And that’s exactly what happened to me today.
For the past couple of days I just hadn’t been “feeling it.” Maybe it was because I’d just gotten back from vacation, or maybe it was because it finally feels like summer and for years summer represented a time to take a break from work and slow down. Whatever the reason, I was feeling uninspired and instead of painting I took to completing the more mundane tasks that come with running a business.
But then today- just before I was going to repaint my studio (I wasn’t kidding about knocking out things that needed to get done) inspiration hit and I couldn’t stay away from my paints any longer.
(It was a good thing too. There are only so many office tasks I can do in one week )