Burnout- The Bane of My Existence

I was burnt out today, yesterday, and the day after that and beyond. For some reason I don't have the passion to go write, which sucks! I love writing. Well, rambling. Lately, I have not been making time for what I enjoy. For the things that genuinely make me happy. This entry is basically a promise to myself that I will make time for the things I care about and actually enjoy. Sometimes writing feels pointless though. I write every day in my tomato-red Moleskin, but the writing is trash. Most of it is me trying to justify why I want a long-term professional modeling career or why I am a bad Christian or why, I don't know, but the list goes on. My writing is never to my standards, and it always hold me back from putting it up, but no more. This blog will be a place where I share my shitty and amazing writing.

Experiencing creative burnout is the worst. It's the worst because one has the strong desire to create art, but struggle to pick up the pen or the paintbrush. An artist is divinely ordered to create art, but what if it's just not that simple. As previously mentioned, I fight a feeling of inferiority when I deal with burnout. I don't celebrate the many attempts at trying to write well. I don't celebrate the simple fact that I have my own blog. I don't know. I really should just get back to talking about clothes. Haha. Maybe one day I will use this blog for its intended purpose. Bye for now.