I’m sitting at my desk trying to write. Trying to read. Feeling the general monotony of routine. Feeling my eyes grow heavier with every single word. I think about going outside for a walk, then I glance over my shoulder and alas, even though it’s only 6:30, it’s already dark. I feel tired. Empty. Drained.
It’s a cold, dreary, gray, fall day. A day for slippers, cozy blankets and sweaters. I decided today I would ignore the call of the studio and settle into “desk work”. Two words a creative absolutely hates. “Desk work”. Yet as a business owner it is completely necessary. But before I settle in to the tedium, I need to sweat. Exercise. Yes…because I am slightly obsessed…but also for my mental health. A necessity of sorts.