My toddlers room

So its precisely 10.07 pm on a Sunday night, and I am sitting here in my toddlers room writing a blog post no one will read, why ? well because I have told no one. It is like I am writing for myself, just on the world wide web ( when was the last time I said that : )

Anyways, you know but I have to admit, there is peace in writing for oneself, there are no expectations, you publish a post and don't care. And to be very honest, I hardly ever think of any commercial viability of things I do , commercial or creative incentives , I just so much enjoy the process. And I know that , that is a luxury that I can afford, and I am deeply grateful for it . It keeps me pure & motivated towards my craft.

Whether it is making art or writing , there is a moment in time when my fingers and thoughts sing a creative melody and the work just flows through and honestly at that moment nothing else matters . What matters is my balance in the moment and my love for my work.

What is that; that matters to you?