Old Man's Town

It’s way too late to start typing. Way too late to be contemplating. Way too late to form coherent thoughts.

Yet I had the urge to punch a few keys. To clear my head since there’s so much humming in my apartment at this hour. The background noise keeps me awake and force my thoughts to go places where I suppose I’d prefer them not to be.

It’s no secret that I always have doubts about what it is I actually do in my life. Denise Jacobs, nails it pretty well in this article on A List Apart. Us creatives always have doubts. Since stating my own business my life is my work – and they both affect eachother for better or for worse.

To some people I care for, I think I’ve become less poetic, less adventurous and too pragmatic. And in a sense they’re right. My perspective has shifted. I seem to have less energy for taking the initiative in relations to my friends, less energy for creating intriguing stories, less energy for igniting sparks in others.

I suppose I need less clutter in my mind and less clutter in my home, yes, the piles are still here. But maybe more importantly I should re-read Denise’s article and wrestle down my inner-critic. Because he sure is getting a big chuck of airplay at this hour.