I feel as though I am sleeping.
I am resting and it is comforting.
When I'm not crafting and creating, I liken it to sleep. I want to wake up. I want to start that flame of passion that burns for new ideas and crafty things. I'm happy and content but I want to burn. I want to reach for color and lace and pretty fabrics. There is no greater feeling than when you wake up, feeling *alive*! I'm waiting. I'm quiet and I'm waiting. It feels like I've been sleeping for months. So few projects or creations have passed my hands in such a long time and I am waiting.
I am constantly inspired by the beauty that surrounds us in the blogging world. I have endless craft supplies at my disposal thanks to my hoarding ways. I have ideas swirling in my dreams and yet I sleep.
I don't believe it's because of some innate fear. I don't believe it is anything other than disorganization that holds me back. And so I wait with patience. And trudge through the grind work of organizing a junk house that is far too cluttered to feel inspired. And, yet I know that day will come. I will wake up and I will do the things I love.
But for now, I am sleeping. And, I am happy--but I want to burn.