During my time to work this weekend I drifted off to sleep while planning the next day’s projects. I wrote down a lovely vision I had of a waterfall in a surreal setting during the beginning of a dream had later that night. That dream later turned into one of the most terrifying nightmares I’ve had in a long, long time. When I woke up the next day, I’ve never appreciated life more.
When I sat down to try and recreate that waterfall, for the first time in a while, my hands just couldn’t find their way. Maybe the thought of that bad dream clogged my mind. Perhaps it’s due to the fact I just haven’t been physically well lately. Whatever the case, this little surreal design was like art therapy for me in the meantime and it helped more than words can express.
What is your therapy?
Have a peaceful Sunday!