On such a beautiful day and in such a pleasant state of mind, I find myself uninspired. Like staring at a canvas with all the right paints and brushes and not having the slightest idea what to do with it. I wish I could say this was a temporary thing, but lately I find myself blank, drawing on nearly dry reservoirs of creative thoughts long since passed. I feel as if I should be doing something brilliant, but I'm flickering at best. Could it be that life's worries and pressures are effectively choking out the free flow of creative energy? I'm sure. But to me, being creative is like breathing...I have to find a new inspiration.