I have to admit that this post has been sitting in my draft folder for
days now. My imaginary friend left me and I was left with a writer’s block or
should I say I’ve been very busy that I left my imaginary friend somewhere and now
I couldn’t find it. hahaha
It’s true that busyness somehow affects your creative thinking. Your brain
refuses to execute creatively because it’s already worn out. And whilst I painstakingly dig through old writings of mine I developed a sense of
enviousness towards my old self – the one who can write artistically.
So, how
busy is too busy? For me, I guess I've reached the tipping point that I could
no longer endure the weight of my commitments and it's taking its toll on me.