“I couldn’t sleep at all last night!”

Maybe it was the rum and coke. I only managed a sip – however, most of it got spilled due to a fine gentleman who ran into me, caused me to dump half of my drink (luckily, not on myself), and then continued to walking with no acknowledgment or apology. Was it the energy of the Art Basel Miami: festive, friendly, open, yet a little frenetic? Art Basel is one of the weeks in Miami when artistic expression reaches a fever pitch and effervesces from practically every gallery space from Downtown Miami to Wynwood, to the Design District to South Beach. Maybe it was being the company of another artist who is passionate, intelligent and opinionated. Or maybe it was just time.

Whatever was the initial spark, I have spent much of the early morning trying to keep up with the flow of ideas that seem endless at this point. Just when I believed my creative gene had gone dormant and is defunct – rendered useless and beaten into submission by doing work that slowly yet consistently killed my soul – I have discovered that the proteins of ideas can still be produced. This morning, instead of with restful sleep, I have been gifted with over 6 pages of ideas, titles, subheads and excerpts for writing, and I am grateful for every single one that continues to spring from my brain.

Welcome back, inspiration and creativity. I have missed you!