My two worst characteristics are guilt or the feeling that I always should be doing something, something creative. I find it hard to just be. This is my goal. To not require approval. To have no need to demon on my shoulder stopping me enjoying the moment, telling me I should be working.
This monkey needs to be constantly fed. The college years were easy. Others I knew would obsessively make or paint or write too. Most abandon it leaving the damaged ones still pottering away.
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