Gotta say it's pretty weird.
No I don't feel like I am having an amazing, cathartic, artistic awakening. But I do feel like it's kind of been a good thing for me to do.
I've been working on my quilt. This is kind of a big deal for me because it was this thing sitting on a shelf in my office/sewing room. I walked by that quilt every day and every day thought to myself, "I need to get started on that." It really bothered me that I wasn't working on it. Now I am, and that feels really good.
I also played the piano. First time in months. Also another one of those things I walk by every day meaning to get to, but never quite do.
The thing about the quilting and the piano and even writing here is that when I don't get to them because I'm so busy with life I convince myself that those creative outlets are really not that important to me. That I don't need them. That they are not part of me, an important part of me.
But they are and I do need them and somehow this setting aside reading, making some space in my brain has given me a little time to think about that, get comfortable with the fact that I need those things, and to look for places in my day to fit them in.
Tomorrow I get on a plane for four hours -- yes, I am breaking the reading fast for that. Trust me. I have a brand new copy of The Monsters of Templeton which I can not wait to start.