Lately I've been wondering about this in relation to my art journaling.
|kitty faye and I have been spending a lot of time cuddling together while I read or watch movies, or, more importantly, I nap!|
Instead those moments become consumed by other endeavours, healthy or unhealthy as the case may be. TV, fitness, reading... You name it. The habit of doing something creative with your time becomes less of a habit and more of a chore because it's something you feel like you should be doing but don't necessarily crave anymore because other things have taken up that space in your life.
But here's the thing: the other day I started sketching again and it was like riding a bike or sinking into an old familiar chair or warm bath. My body has been craving it even while my mind has forgotten how much creativity fills me and nurtures me.
So now I'm in a zone where I'm having to fight off the habit of not being creative and remember to make time for creativity in my life on a regular basis. I'm dragging my heels a bit, I'll be honest, but I'm also starting to get excited for new projects and recognizing the light at the end of the sleep hazy first trimester tunnel.
Second trimester baby, I can feel it, it's going to be a crafty bonanza! Stay tuned for the shenanigans. Only 1.5 weeks left to go and I'm sleeping less every day now...