The first step off the roof was terrifying. “Go on,” the soldier said. “Step off.” We were four floors up. My senses were not swayed by a helmet and safety ropes. The body knew the ground was too far away, but my ego didn’t want to look afraid.
After rappelling down the building, I couldn’t lift my arms for a week. It was worth the rush. Before the pain kicked in, I jumped around squealing. I could do anything!
Some creative days are like that. First the fear and then the rush. A shout. YES! And desire to grab someone by the shoulders. “Did you see? Did you see what did? It was amazing!”
Then the next morning the pain kicks in. And I’ll never have the energy to make anything ever again.
What do you do to get that energy back?