Where do you get your mojo when you're sick

Caught the Stringbean's cold - it is a full force, breathing through oatmeal, throat like sandpaper kinda cold. It's sapping my energy and has obliterated my creativity. Luckily I had a few items that needed to get listed - mindless cut and paste work - but when I sit down at my worktable, I got nothin.

What really sucks, other than my nostrils trying to sip air through a straw, is that the cold medicine makes me sleepless. So I have laid in bed the past two nights, exhausted yet wildly awake, brimming with jewelry ideas. Not very good ideas, but interesting stuff. I keep rolling over to my notebook to jot them down in the glow of the baby monitor - I love trying to decipher my chicken scratch in the morning, even better are my sketches!

So, this has got me thinking about where creativity goes. When we're tired, sick, worn down - where does it disappear to? Are other people more creative when they're not at their best? Like stereotypical drug fueled artists, or heavy drinking authors - they seem to get their best ideas when they aren't at peak health.

I can only hope to coax my creativity back once this mucus feast is over! Now is time for some therapeutic cream of wheat - and hopefully at least 7 uninterrupted hours of sleep.

The Beginning

Going to give this a try. I am lucky to have found a passion recently. Or maybe you have to wait until your 30s to find this - why didn't someone tell me? Creating jewelry is unlike anything I've ever done - I dream about jewelry, I live jewelry, I eat/sleep in gemstone reverie. I'm one of many in an ocean of faceted colors, sparkling rondelles and sterling silver - but I have to make my mark. I have found that I can't force it. But when I get the idea for a piece, I have to write it down, or it can forever slip into that forgotten corner of my mind, gathering dust. And if I do attempt to make it - the real art is in the execution. If I can't make it (jewelry, a painting, a drawing, etc) like the image in my mind - well that's a kind of failure to me. It might take a different route, inspire something new - which is fine and good, but I have found that the real art is making it real, taking it out of my head to show to others. Cause they can't see the pretty pictures in my head. I have nothing to show for those lonely, abandoned ideas.

Lately I've been thinking about painting. I have some ideas, but I'm scared to start. I have to just do it. Hopefully it turns into something - but where do I find the time? Between cooking fish sticks, taking the Stringbean to preschool, walking the dog, cleaning the house - making time for a passion should be easy, but it slips away. If only I didn't need to sleep - but then where would I get my ideas? Well, other than sleep deprived hallucinations.

Beautiful work inspiring me today:
Gray and Mint Simple Necklace
The Sea Abstracted Fine Art Print

Madeira Boro Lampwork Bracelet