I am crispy. I am burnt out. I am tired.
I have had a very creatively busy summer, and I am grateful.
I put “World’s Greatest Dad(?)” up and have taught my ass off and I have enjoyed it. I actually don’t think I’ve ever worked as hard as I have done lately, and for someone who can be a bit work-anorexic, I’ve realized that there is a part of me that actually enjoys working that much.
But, as you know, us creative types can only run so long on fumes until the light goes on in the car that says the tank is empty and you are out of gas.
I wish I felt inspired to write about improv, or my life, or anything that you might find mildly helpful. I don’t have that for you.
All I know is I wanted to feel connected to you. And the thought of re-running an old blog just didn’t feel right. I’ve done that the last couple weeks and I wanted to write something.
I know this feeling will be temporary if I take care of myself and take a short little breaks to recharge the batteries. To fill the well up again.
This is what I am trying to do right now. But apparently I am not succeeding because I am still typing on my lap top.
So, if you have any suggestions on what kinds of things you can do to feel inspired again when you feel creatively burnt out, I could really use that now.