Do you ever feel like you have so many things to do you don’t ever actually accomplish anything?
I’m talking about something slightly more intangible than just the overflowing to-do lists that fill all our lives. I’m thinking of the muse, the creative impulse, how sometimes it can fall distressingly dormant, or sometimes, grow unruly and unchecked, like an out of control wildfire. Creativity requires both talent and discipline to fully flower. I’ll leave the matter of the first for others to judge, but as for the latter, I feel like I’ve become a little lax; my focus has become almost mayfly-like – or magpie-like? as I conceive and drop ideas half-formed, unable to concentrate on a single goal.