So, this is what makes me wonder...so, I don't know if this is bipolar or normal, but I had a muse or muses, these people that made me feel high and flying high. They were artistic and inspired me. I was doing painting (or wait, not painting yet but researching painting, signing up for all these groups, buying all these supplies), drawing, photography and writing. the buying of all the supplies was actually for drawing as well as painting. I did use them some, but by the time I bought paintbrushes, I was done. But I had this goal to make a flower calendar by the end of the year, working on one design every month for a year- never finished that. I also wanted to write a novel for Nanowrimo. Never finished. Short stories-never finished. Started to delve into poetry. Thought this would be a fun knew thing since I never really knew much about it...as you can guess, I never saw trough with it. I had lost my muses and had fallen into depression. I've only recently been able to find some joy in photography again, but the rest has gone.

Oh yes, there was knit/crochet and sewing too. Part of what stopped me too though was that my work space had to be turned into a guest bedroom.

Another project was bullet journaling, but that got stopped because doctor wanted me to journal something specific and he didnt need to read through too much text. Kinda getting back into that now though, in a way, or at least beginning to make plans for it (ie, buy a separate notebook)