Whenever it’s the 13th, I always think of it as *insert day here* the 13th because of Friday the 13th. It’s just prolific. This doesn’t happen with the 4th, just the 13th. I wonder if fear has that sort of effect, of searing things into our brain just because.
I recently finished the first section of Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert, and the whole first part focuses on fear. She talks a bit on how fear is a companion to creativity, and for her the two are forever linked. It’s true for me. I know the dreadful feeling that comes with having the spark of an idea burst into my head almost immediately followed by doubt. It’s not fun. More often than not, it’s tiring and limiting. I don’t want that for myself.
For some reason, it’s a little tough for me to write today. My head is bouncing around and I know I’m going to be busy today, so I keep getting distracted. I’ll quit while I’m ahead.
Until next time,
Briana
P.S. I did write this on Monday but I was having internet issues so now you get it on Wednesday.