The past week wasn’t one of my all-time favorite for two reasons. First, I’ve been facing a creative block, which, for someone whose work depends on creativity mostly, is plain bad news. Also, I’ve discovered that drinking until 2 a.m on a Thursday doesn’t do the magic as it used too. I was part of the Walking Dead the next morning, so Friday has been canceled. Nevertheless, I’ve learned a few things during these past 7 days, so the game’s still on.
First, creative blocks happen for a reason. We face burnouts, so that we learn how to push harder, change something, get out of our comfort zones in order to search for a thrill that will trigger our-creative-sells. I realized that this will happen every now and than, and the pressure will always be there. I just have to learn to live with it and not let it get to me like it used to. It’s up to me to decide whether it will make me feel like s*it wearing old pajamas & question everything about myself, or it will challenge me to get up and beat it. I know that it’s straight to the point cliche, but we fall so that we learn how to get up. It’s the simple truth.
Second, I’ve learned that I should be more forgiving with myself. I’ve spent all of Friday morning feeling guilty for not being able to focus like a normal person. And nothing good has come out of it. It hasn’t made me get up and finish my tasks, and I’ve felt tensed and awful. Then somewhere around noon, I’ve realized that I don’t wanna feel like this anymore. I mean, yeah, I made some stupid mistake, but no one’s dead for crying out loud. I just won’t do this again, and days like this will not happen. Except, of course, for special occasions, like birthdays and babies being born and stuff. I can’t miss that.