I'm scared to death I am going to loose my creativity. I worry it will slip through my fingers like water and slides down the drain in a swirling motion, which, apparently turns the other way if you are south of the equator.
I am also pretty sure that the tighter I try to hold on to it the faster it will disappear. I am going to breathe, let the art talk to me, and not the other way around. I will keep my eyes open, my heart and mind open.I will also keep my fingers crossed that the past 9 months of this emerging self doesn't head straight for the hills and out of my life again.