I had romanticized myself hitting the ground in Charleston and being a Tasmanian Devil of creativity and energy. Everyone had been so supportive of my 2021 journey plans, I felt like I had these lines of cheerleaders and I would bust through some imaginary barrier to my own stadium of exciting possibilities and a roaring crowd.
But what really happened on my first full day in Charleston was my world came to a screeching halt.
It wasn't because of my new apartment. That was as close to perfect as I could have imagined.
It wasn't my new studio at the gallery. That was pretty close to perfect, too.
I wanted to chalk it up to just simply being tired from the months of planning, packing and driving across country. But the truth is, I was overwhelmed. There was so much to do to set up my life in Charleston and so many possibilities racing through my mind including my own expectations of what this creative journey "should" and could be, that I absolutely tied myself in knots. I ended up wandering around, puttering without accomplishing anything and sometimes I'd find myself just staring into the distance. I felt tired and incredibly frustrated with myself.
So, my DAY 1 in Charleston was less productive than I'd hoped. No cartwheels out of the end zone for me, that's for sure.