I don't know what it is... but sometimes it feels like I've inadvertantly opened the floodgates. I'm not really sure how to stop them.
I have always considered myself a creative person. As a child my biggest goal in life was to be a writer. I loved imagining, creating, art, photography, music, and everything typical of the right-brained among us. As an adult, that started to disappear. I still felt I was creative, but the daily grind of life, work and home took over. It was not the time for creativity.
Recently, I have had the chance to embrace that part of my brain again. Perhaps it is motherhood and being thrust into a world of constant make-believe. Maybe it's the hours spent nursing a baby and needing my mind to stay active. Whatever the cause, I am now unable to keep up with my brain. Suddenly I have found the stories I looked for earlier in my life (when I would have had more time to write). Not only that, I have more stories than I know what to do with. I am seeing the world differently and finding my way in this new place.
I know I need to jot them down, just in case this creative time passes as quickly as it came. Roll with the punches, run with the ball.
I'd better get back to it, before Girl wakes up and I'm back to real life.
