The dilemma of trying to create when I am also trying to declutter my space is proving problematic. Purging and creating aren’t content bed partners. There’s no desire to bring something into creation.
It’s more than “losing the urge”. I feel impotent.
It’s probably not surprising that I’m also experiencing a significant loss of libido. The sacral chakra is the seat of creativity . It is also where the sex organs are located. No coincidence methinks.
No matter how many glib motivational memes I see, their pappy messages slide off me. Nothing seeps in through my latex skin. The arting around that I am doing is also in blues. I’m obsessed with indigo, sky blue, azure, cerulean, ultramarine, slate, cobalt, aquamarine, lapis lazuli and so on.
Nothing tastes like it should today. I’m sick of cups of tea; it’s lack lustre. I even changed drinking vessel to see if that made any difference – it didn’t. I just feel like nestling up under a blanket and and zoning out. So that’s what I’m doing.