I've been building a lot of bikes at work and I really enjoy it. I'm working with my hands. My mind clears of all the other crap going on in my life and I'm focused on just the bike and fitting the pieces together and tightening screws. There's also a sense of accomplishment when the bike is ready to roll out to the sales floor.
This is how I should feel when I'm making art, or, it's how I'd like to feel. But lately it feels more like a struggle of confusion and uncertainty. I have all these parts but I'm unsure of how to put them together. I'm frustrated. This frustration makes me angry. The anger makes me want to punch things. My attention span, already short, is even shorter. My patience, wearing thin. My comprehension, slipping. Trying to read articles for class and all the words blend together. Trying to write about what I read for class and I'm grasping for words that I once knew but can no longer remember. I feel dumber. I feel depressed. I feel burnt out.
Hopefully I can scrap the recesses of my brain to come up with something to say at the crit this weekend. :[
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