For the last few months I have been wildly uninspired. I’m not talking about a creative funk — I mean SERIOUSLY uninspired. Barely able to get out of bed in the morning. Seeing my art as a job instead of a passion. Not getting excited about new outfits or potential collaborations. I found myself in a toxic cycle of comparison and telling myself that I wasn’t good enough for my job since the passion was gone.
I know that at some point we all go through this. Even people who love their careers find themselves questioning their love for it when they've had a bad day. But for me? Three months with no natural creativity? Having to force art when before an idea would strike and I would jump head first? Sounds crazy. To me, it was crazy.
So what did I do? What was my breaking point? When did I come to the realization that this is just a bad day, not a bad life. How was I able to push aside all the fears and anxieties? Tap "read more" to find out.