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In previous entries we have explored the inception of creativity, the problems we face with procrastination, and how restrictions of both internal and external origin can be used to shape our intentions rather than limit them. A big part of my creative spirit are rituals. What rituals are to me and why I find them important beyond the scope of creativity is today's topic. Let's have a look together, shall we?

Alleviating the Burden of Self

Modern life has one goal: performance and output. This...

You have something in mind: a scene to paint with color or illustrate with words, or maybe you're a woodworker about to craft a table. The conception phase is free of any judgment and lacks restrictions. As soon as you put the pen to the paper (or the brush to the canvas) reality takes over the vision and puts it into relation to skills, restrictions, and our proclivity to uphold standards outside of our reach.

Today's essay aims to explore that gap between vision and skill, where it comes...

Anyone who knows me is probably surprised to read a piece like this. What are the odds that a guy who knows very little (my fiancée would say nothing at all) about fashion is writing a review of The Devil Wears Prada 2? Well, here it is, and there is only one spoiler alert: I liked it. A lot.

The Devil is in the Details

In a world full of half-baked sequels and reboots, The Devil Wears Prada 2 won me over with solid writing. I was surprised, and not for a lack of faith in the script or its...

There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from work. It comes from avoidance. From knowing exactly what you want to do (write, train, paint) and still finding yourself doing everything else instead. A dozen minor tasks rise like urgent messengers, each one pretending to matter more than the thing you actually care about.

I’ve lived this pattern more times than I can count. To me, it doesn't feel like laziness, or tiredness, or a lack of inspiration. It feels like something is...

There are days when writing feels like carpentry. I sit down, open Scrivener (the best writing software there is, in my humble opinion), and my mind's eye is not able to perceive anything. I have to type it out and, more often than not, delete words and whole sentences I just wrote because it just does not feel "right".

And then there are days when it feels like the opposite. As if the words were waiting somewhere behind the veil of my mind, and I’m merely the hand that lets them pass through....