whining

IMG_3263How is it the older I get the less time I seem to have to immerse myself in my interests? I used to listen to music endlessly, would know countless songs. I would practice playing my guitar and sing. I sang all the time.  I would draw for hours, I would write in journals, I read more books. I took long languorous walks.

visited friends, I had them over for dinners often. I grew a vegetable garden.

It’s really pressing on me these days. I feel nearly desperate for it, those times. I feel cloaked and laden and mechanical.

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Recovering Creative

I live on a tiny island on the Canadian west coast with about 300 of my neighbours. I am a Red Seal chef and certified baker (retired), an artist, an amateur photographer. I write, (unpublished so hesitate to call myself A Writer) sing, and can bang out some reasonable sounding chords on a guitar. And I grow a veggie garden. Older, wiser, and armed with insights and experience, I am on a conscience pursuit of reclaiming my creative life. I see it as a career change. Next level.

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