Now That's Just Sad

Talk about your nuclear weapons. My brain feels like it’s about to explode. Last summer I started sketching with a group called Sketchbook Skool. I drew and colored and Zentangled and arted every day for months and months. I felt so alive and so energized and really, really exhiliarated. Then winter came and I got tired. And put away all my pencils let my watercolor tubes and trays dry up and blow away. All my sketchbooks are still there mocking me from a jumbled drawer. Now it’s summer again and I feel poetry springing from my brain my eager, excited, easily stimulated brain. So now what? Am I doomed to the same tired pattern of summertime creativity followed by wintertime gloom? If I didn’t already know it was an acronym I’d say, “That’s just S.A.D.”