Not much sewing going on around here. I haven’t been motivated to work on current projects. I thought about starting a new project, but haven’t come up with the energy to do that either. I don’t even know if something new would hold my attention.
Rather than hang out in this uncreative place until the feeling moves on, I decided to try something. Anything. The first steps are always the hardest.
What if I force myself to go into the sewing room every night for ten or fifteen minutes? Sewing is not required. I just have to be in there and stay awake. I gave myself permission to stare at the wall or refold my fabric or look at a book. What I do doesn’t matter.
I will put myself in a creative space, knowing that I have a very hard time sitting and doing absolutely nothing. Either my sewing room will become cleaner, or I will sew something. I’m even willing to sew something ugly. Anything goes.
I’m heading into the sewing room right now to see what happens.