What I seek is seeking me

Can we meet in the middle?

I was deep in the midst of an existential crisis this past Saturday when I decided to go on a walking tour of all the bookstores in our little town.

I was feeling frustrated and shitty and cheated, dammit, that I’m still struggling with some of the creative blocks I’ve been battling forever. Namely balancing finding the time to create stuff with the nee…