How do you find the time to be creative in the midst of chaos? With so much happening around me, my brain finds no way to take stock of new ideas. With so many other things to be done my brain gets no chance to capture the fleeting thought that could lead to something. Making some time and space becomes more and more critical. A feeling that I may lose myself, melting into the chaos, teases along my nerves and the peace and quiet I crave becomes as important as air to my survival.
But try living with someone in a tiny one room cabin. The desire for solitude pushes them out the door. And why not not me out the door? Because I have no place to go for the solitude. The world out there is full of people and I need the space to talk to myself, dance, sing, sketch, curse or just think. The someone though doesn't spend all day every day of the work week surrounded by those with needs and time sensitive tasks.
Maybe I can learn to ask a bit more nicely.
