Good morning! This will be more of a diary entry than a blog post, but I am pretty sure I’m not the only one feeling this way.
I am not as productive as I used to be/ want to be. I’m not writing as much as I wanted to, my journal is basically empty. I don’t draw anymore. I was planning on getting a canvas and painting outside, yet I barely even touch my Moleskin sketchbook. I change my mind all the time, now I started to regret chopping my hair off while looking at my old Instagram pictures with my long hair. I sometimes get homesick, so I devour half a pack of Turkish delight, imagining that I’m sitting near the Bosphorus having green tea at the House Café.
The weather is getting colder, and I feel like the rain is my only inspiration.
I go on tumblr to see real art and inspirational posts. I start buzzing as I see all the nice artsy pictures and quotes yet in a way feel down as I’m just sitting in my room when there is so much to discover in the world like I could be hiking in New Zealand or whatever.
I will find my inspiration.