I’ve found myself gaining time in the last few weeks, which has caused me to be uneasy and antsy about finding stuff to keep busy with.

I’ve been on the non-stop repeating cycle, a set routine that never ended since this year started.

On top of the lack of sleep and falling behind on world affairs to keep up with school assignments, there seemed to be a chain reaction of personal battles that just seemed to blow one after the other.

There was no time to breathe it seemed.

“But you’re not what you thought you were.” 

It felt like unwanted repetition, never ending misery, no running, no escaping the adulthood you once sought.

It absolutely blows my mind the fact that

I.

Am.

Working.

LESS…

But I am getting paid more?

Leaving the theater has been so beneficial to my time and financials, as well as peace within my mind .

The amount of relief that generates when I choose to create little things astonishes me.

The amount of joy I’ve formed from gluing crafts to make Mickey ears, or stitching a circle skirt together, or writing a song, or just picking up an instrument again.

I would be lost without art.

I would be destroyed if I didn’t have the capabilities to create 

I have time to sleep in a little longer, and stay up a bit later.

I have time to do more than lose my mind.

That’s all I needed and thats all I ask for, is time.

Time to create, time to do nothing, time to work out, time to heal,

The loveliest gift, lost within each day.

I need time to breathe.

I Need Artistic Therapy, for the Artistically Sad Women.