Sleeplessness is back, and I'm not mad about it

I've spent much of the last few months moping around feeling sorry for myself. I won't bore you with the details, but I will say my mood's made it difficult to summon creativity. I'm most creative when I'm happy.

When I'm creative, I enter an unstoppable trance. I fill notebooks. I read nonstop. I have no desire for social media. I go for a million walks to organize my thoughts. Most of all, when I'm creative, I don't sleep. For days.

The longer the sleepless stretch, the more excited I get because I know my brain is brewing a new ideas for current or future WIPs that will change the trajectory of my lifestyle for months. In the early days of sleeplessness, I don't yet know what's brewing. I just know that something is.

Since April, I've slept like a rock because that's the only way I've been able to escape whatever this sad phase is that my brain is going through. Then this past weekend, I went on a backcountry camping trip, and was pretty intentional about using the opportunity to reset my mind.

When I returned, I had my first sleepless night in months. LET'S GOOOOO.

I'm tired. But ELATED. I sense a drafting frenzy on the horizon with whatever ideas emerge into my head and live there 24/7 for the next year.

I'm a firm believer in making inspiration happen instead of waiting for inspiration to come, but there is magic in the moments when inspiration just . . . HITS.