Sometimes things get difficult. I tend to set big goals for myself, goals I know I wont accomplish and then when I fail to meet those goals, I call it a failure and don’t even try.

That is not exactly why I have lost steam on this particular project. Yes, I set goals that were out of reach, but I always intended to go back and start working on them again. But things have been so crazy.

A puppy, for instance, is an adorable monster that turns your world upside down and robs you of all your sleep. Add to that my general affinity towards chaos, and it has been rough going.

I kept thinking to myself, ‘if I can just get this or that done, then I can start working on creative things,’ but of course that never happens. So here I resolve to not let the search for perfection be the death of doing.

I’m sure there is a better way of saying all that, but did I mention the little black monster who has stolen all my sleep? Well, with the sleep went the ability to articulate or concentrate.

I also am dealing with another thing, probably the source of all the issues I am battling. It is an unfortunate constant in my life, and I am tired of it being an excuse not to pursue creativity. I’m talking about Dysthymia. It’s the wrench in the works that makes everything hard.

Of course, my issues are not the point of this group. The pursuit of creativity is though. So tell me, how have you been pursuing creativity, even in small seemingly incidental ways? Or in what ways have you been struggling with the intentionality of creative expression? (Is that not a word? WordPress doesn’t think that’s a word.)

The picture was taken on a trip I took years ago to Cuernavaca.