I am accepting this place I am in, slowly but surely. It’s OK; I find myself saying that a lot lately. Trying to force creative expressions other than writing here isn’t happening for me. I mean, I really want to but there is an actual physical reaction I have when attempting to create. It’s a kind of weakness that comes over me, a malaise if you will, and it is instantaneous.
I cannot force it or manufacture something that isn’t there in the first place. It’s OK.
If there indeed is a time and place for everything, my creativity and expression phase may have already come and gone. If that is the case I can accept that wholly and completely without regret. But just maybe there is more to come and it’s perfect time just hasn’t arrived.
I got to thinking about a word that says what I think is possible but not guaranteed. Emergence.
The Place to be Real 