Spring Break
How do we know when it's time for a time out? And can we really do two things at once?
Sweet Pals forgive my radio silence, on camera duties called (and also ironically, a radio job!)
To pick up where we left off we were right at the tail end of rounding out our Winter into Spring themed inner exploration and fittingly in my attempt to tie up those loose ends of all that I’ve observed over the course of this series, I made a rather neat discovery about myself.
For years now I have been plagued by an inner conflict of what artistic impulses I should pursue. I have written quite extensively about this—my seemingly compulsive ability to receive ideas, my meta-spaghetti skewed approach to creative process, my overwhelming desire to write which is where this Substack started. There are others too, you can check out the full archive here.
I have been repeatedly reassured during this time “but writing and acting make for such great collaborators!”, the most “natural of bedfellows”, and I get it I get it, the Krasinski and Blunt of power couples, I get it, I do, a pair so decisively made for one another that there’s no need to choose between them—though truly this has never sat right in my body. What on paper presents as a perfect partnership, within me they insist on being solo artists. But it is only since embarking upon this period of sustained reflection where I have allowed myself time and space to observe my natural inclinations and behaviours, my calls and responses to work, rest and play, that I have begun to understand why.