As a creative soul, I often lose my balance on the precarious tight rope that is my life, falling ungraciously into a deep, boggy pit of blah. Being continously creative uses up a lot of energy and when combined with the everyday dramas of life (amplified by my overthinking brain), there’s not much left for self care. This is where I crash and burn, falling apart into a heap, literally unable to function for a while. My brain stops working, I feel physically exhausted and everything is just too hard. Over dramatic? Maybe. But the fact remains that being a very sensitive artistic being, EVERYTHING affects me. And yet still there’s a part of me that insists that I am Super Woman, capable of saving the world single handedly, while taking on way too many projects all at once. Yeah that never ends well… but does it stop me? Not for long. Eventually I get my mojo back, the ideas start flowing and I am off on a tangent, again! Oh dear…