Lately I've been stuck in a rut. I've been stuck so long all of my art is suffering - photography, painting and writing. I've even stopped the practice edits that I do to work on my photoshop skills.
For the longest time, I wasn't sure what to do about it. I felt bad, really terrible about not working, or even wanting to work. When this kind of stress hits me, I really wish I had a bigger support network in place. I don't know many artists in my community, and I haven't had a chance to do much networking.
This morning I got up for the first time in a good while, after a weekend spent running and playing video games. I made important decisions about what I wanted to do - groups to join, local exhibitions to enter - that sort of thing.
It all makes me uncomfortable, but in a good way.
I'm not the most social of people by nature. I'm a tea and books on Friday night kind of woman. But in life, especially an artistic life, getting uncomfortable can be the way to get out of a rut. I'm still scared, and to be frank it makes me anxious, but I'd rather have tried than to get into another bad patch thinking about all of the things I haven't done.
So have some azaleas, from me to you with the hope for more productive days ahead.