There are times when the realities of life intrude and begin to weigh me down. I can't see beyond the problem that needs to be fixed. Plans and decisions are made. Steps are taken. Things get done.
Life is lived.
However, so much is missed living this way. Forest. Trees.
Stopping. Slowing down. Enjoying what I have. Gratitude. These are the things that matter.
I feel alive when I can create something beautiful, something to feed my soul. I put pen to paper. I pick up a paintbrush. I move a hook through wire or yarn. Simple actions that yield beautiful results.
When I create, I am alive. When I create, I am living the life I was meant to live.
So I create.