For the past few months life has been on hold, inspiration has escaped me and despite a desire to feel uplifted and motivated, the remaining fuel I had in the tank has finally drained…
Recently, I’ve been working myself into the ground on a particularly heavy story that required a delicate touch, and the right kind of tone with a balance of light and shade. I don’t take it for granted that I have a job where people tell me their stories; sometimes they’re incredibly personal and intimate, so there’s a trust that the material has to be handled with sensitivity and care.
I love working on meaningful stories, but it is difficult not to be affected and the weight of dealing with heavy subject matter can take it’s toll.
At the moment I feel like I’m stuck in a void, lost in space and I really need a break. The problem is that each day my plate becomes increasingly overloaded. It’s like sitting at a buffet where I’ve had enough to eat, but someone keeps replenishing my plate and I’m not allowed to leave the table until I’ve wiped my plate clean.
So it’s been a busy (and stressful) start to the year. I have put some creative projects on hold, and now I’m trying to get my head together for other projects later on this year, along with planning an overseas trip for October. Where has time gone?