Today the Puget Sound is the kind of grey that begs for cups of tea and sewing machine thread. The kind of grey that begs for wet oil paint because the colors are brighter than the day. The kind of grey that leads to my muse pulling my soul strings.
The kind of day that makes me yearn for my days to be my own.
Previously I blogged a post about how having a day job actually enhanced my creativity. (April 07) Today I'm giving that idea a second thought.
Because what does it matter to have enhanced creativity if you end up not having the time to do anything about it?