Waiting for today...: Here I Am, Again

Sunday, August 24

Here I Am, Again

A rainy day over Windsor Lake

Wednesday August 13th… something wasn’t right.  I was there before.  Exhausted.  Fatigued. But I was fine.  That is, after a few days .  Not this time.  Irritability and apathy soon set in. Dreadful. There’s too much to do.  I can’t afford to be depressed.  Yet here I am.  Again.  

As a child, I remember being fascinated by everything around me.  I took to drawing early, trying to capture those things.  My earliest remembrance of this fascination is from elementary school.  Instead of paying attention in class, I went about trying to recreate a design I saw on a hand-woven bag.  My creativity has waxed and waned since then.  As I grew up and became aware of cameras, my interest shifted from drawings to photos.  It never evolved beyond pointing and shooting however.  And just as I lost my passion for drawing and “less than amateur” photography, I lose my desire to write from time to time.  I am almost certain that my lack of creativity is a symptom of my depression.  So on days like this, when I’m speechless and lacking, I’ll share instead one of my photos in hopes to somehow keep my diminished creative flow from dying altogether.