I skipped church today. I needed some time and space to myself. Yet I frittered it away on mostly useless things (actually, a lot of it was on one particularly useless game).
I’ve recently taken some time to talk to the muso and the poet. I asked both of them how they managed to keep the passion and their creativity alive.
They both gave the same answer. They’ve both built their lives to allow time and space for their passions.
For some reason though, when I make the space, I fill it up with stuff or fritter it away.
What am I afraid of?