It’s 10 minutes shy of 5am on a random Thursday morning. I’ve been awake for a while now, at least a couple hours – I recall seeing the clock turn 3.

This happens sometimes, well, lately at least. I’ve had various seeping troubles my whole life, but the random early mornings is relatively new.

I’m watching Joseph Campbell’s Power of Myth on Netflix. I like it.

I haven’t been so creative lately. After being sick last week I’ve been on a cleaning terror. I’ve almost entirely rearranged my appartment, broke out the carpet cleaner and have been deep cleaning some random annexes of grandma’s house. It’s felt good, but hasn’t left much energy for creativity.

This program has me thinking all sorts of creative thoughts though. I’m reminded of projects and inspiration still waiting for their time to emerge…

It’s such a strange feeling. To feel compelled to purge thoughts artfully in expressive and impactful ways… or something…

S’pose that’s a part of my own hero’s adventure though, my own personal myth… Not only being a creative, but learning what that means through each step along the way – even the not-so-creative steps.

Like how 1000% of my environmental reset has been focused on increasing my creativity/production opportunities within my space. You just can’t escape your fate I suppose… So I gracefully accept, as though it’s a purposeless early morning, and find a way to add value and perspective anyway.

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