Monk on a Wall

One of the hardest things, whether as a therapist with my patients, or with myself as an artist, is to know how hard to push. Sometimes pushing is exactly what's needed to get to the next place. Going straight to a coffee shop after work, even though I'm exhausted, and forcing myself to write sometimes leads to flow, and I leave with a spring in my step and thankful that I had the discipline. Other times it does the opposite, and I end up feeling aggravated, in despair, and like I've wasted my free time. The same goes for working with patients.

Sometimes the way I write when I don't know what to write is to write anything at all, then pair it with something else, like a monk on a wall.