Anxiety, you motha shut yo'mouth!

I haven't been here in a little bit. I'm not happy about that. To be honest, I've just been overwhelmed. From the holidays yes, like most people, but also with life. By no means is it of serious nature, but I have found myself struggling with anxiety like no other. Apparently, I manifest stress and angst physically more than I ever have and the outcome is lack of motivation for creative expression. A bit backwards, no? Creative expression is linked to numerous studies/reports proving that it helps eliminate anxiety.

For some reason, I have chosen to worry about anything I can get my ~~mind~~ hands on the last few months more than ever. Health, ambitions, how life plays out-all of it worries me. I've let my mind become overtaken being a worry rat versus putting that energy towards positive output. Mind you, I've been blessed with good health and happy check ups, my professional ambitions are at all new heights, and when I push away negative thinking and just be, I appreciate the life in front of me instead of fretting what if's.

I have to snap the angst gone. It leaves with 2015. I am a creative, I am never happier than when a project comes to life. So no fancy resolutions here. Just good old fashioned getting back to it and giving my blog the love and attention I deserve to give it. It's good for me.

After all, it's best all around when I'm wheeling and dealing and doing. Happy 2016, friends. As the wise Kevin Gnapoor from Mean Girls once said: let's do the damn thang.

Let's meet again,
M

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