Lately, I haven’t had time for my art or hobbies. Client work and family responsibilities are taking up all the space. It sucks. As a multipotentialite, I have a ton of projects and dreams. I’m itching to work on them.

The worst part isn’t even the lack of doing. It’s the lack of dreaming. When I’m imagining new projects, I’m happy. Sometimes even happier than when I’m actually making.

But when I’m too busy to even dream, I feel empty. That emptiness hits hard. It messes with my identity. I see myself as a maker. A creative person. Someone who brings things into the world and finds meaning in the making. When I can’t do that, I start to feel stale.

I do have one anchor. I blog every day. It keeps me connected to that creative part of me. It reminds me I still exist, even if I’m not painting or building or carving stamps. Sometimes I go back to mind mapping, or I dig up my old weekly quest lists just to feel that flicker of excitement again. It’s not doing, but it’s remembering who I am.

I’ve started imagining a deck of cards, or maybe even an app (hello Firebase Studio?) that reflects my creative self back to me. Just quick visual reminders of what I’m excited to make. Something I can flip through in two minutes. Swipe left or right. Keep the spark alive.

And if that little app could whisper something to me on the hard days, I know what I’d want it to say. You will get there soon.