Thought Catalog

Creativity

You work and run around, worn out by the afternoon only to come home to a room full of unfinished projects. Then, with the measly strength that’s left in you, you aimlessly try to edit or draw or paint or design or compose whatever is left of the inspiration you kept pushing off to the side all day in exchange for your adulting duties.

Says, it’s okay
to eat your heart out over this,

it’s okay to invite them all over
to watch, knife & fork in hand