You’re consistently working towards something that really matters, and then the pause button gets hit.
It usually starts with a really great reason. A legitimate interruption, a well-deserved break, whatever it was, it caused a momentary break in your creative flow.
Then another day slips by.
Then another. Some weeks it makes it to the top of the ‘to-do’ list. Other weeks you forget about it completely.
Some days you want to get back to it, but then you think why rush, what’s another day at this point? I need a bit more down time, and then I’ll give it my all.
Other days small traces of motivation recur and encourage you to get back at it, but then you dismiss it as silly self-talk.
Yet the feeling lingers.
The worst days are when you revolt against yourself and question yourself at the core, whether you were ever suppose to do any of this in the first place.
Still, you truck on, but then you realize the longer you take, the higher the stakes are raised. You’re not producing anything, so everyone thinks you’re in hiding away working on your awesome comeback album. But you’ve got nothing, and the expectations become paralyzing. You couldn’t pull it off the last time, what makes you think you have what it takes this time around?
Soon enough, you’ve built a mythical army of critics in your head who are ready to pounce on you the moment you start trying again. And further down the spiral we go.
Now are you on a hiatus? Or are you avoiding the one life you were made to live?
Photo Credit stewie dewie