Do you know the feeling? That everything you have is just not enough? The full-time job that you love, the beautiful house you live in, the amazing kids who love you, the husband who’s always there for you. It is just… not… enough.
This is a feeling that I carry around. Not constantly, for sure, but it is always there, lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out and make you miserable. My theory is that this is typical for anyone who’s got creativity bursting out of their hearts. And the feeling is probably due to the fact that you never have enough time to practice your creativity fully. You can keep the need at bay – by stealing a few minutes here and there – but really, creativity is what completes you, it’s what refills you with energy and it is ultimately what gets you out of bed in the morning.
I’m convinced that I will never be fully content. Maybe if I one day can make a living out of my art or writing but for now – discontent.