...the harder it is to get it done!
Maybe that's obvious. I used to think I worked my best under pressure, but I've learned I don't work very well (if at all!) when I feel there's a knife to my throat. At least I've figured out how to make this feeling not drag me down. I don't feel miserable or depressed very much like I'm used to feeling up here. The problem is, the way I manage to evade those feelings is by allowing my brain to drift to "rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens", metaphorically speaking--the things that make me happy. But then I get distracted by them. It's such a battle. Even sleep is not very restful as my dreams are chock full of either amazing costumes and incredible artists and inspiring creative spaces or books books books books. I can't get away from myself to do the work at hand!!!