starved for oxygen

I’ve felt wrung out recently. I think we all have.

It’s hard to awaken all the creative parts of yourself, to feel the energy and aliveness that comes from making things, when numbing seems necessary to get through the day.

Everything feels like a shit show right now. Maybe it’s always been a shit show. But even if that is the case, I think being constantly plugged in to social media and 24-hour news divert our attention from what’s really important.

Not to say that what’ happening across the world isn’t important. It’s that we’ve become so focused on obsessing over things outside our realm of control, we forget to be in our lives. We all only have so much time and attention and energy to give, which is why editing out what’s beyond us is so important.

There’s a reason the flight attendant tells you to put on your oxygen mask first. How can you be expected to help anyone else when you’re starved for oxygen yourself?