This morning I feel that I'm running out of ideas.
And it is not the first time. My reserve of ideas fluctuates.
There are periods when it is overflowing, and I keep jotting and recording notes everywhere. And then, when I least expect it, I find myself in dry patches, virtually scraping the bottom of my creative well to find a hint of an old idea to write about.
I've learned two things from these creative ups and downs.
The first one is that the well of creativity is potentially endless. There is always an infinite amount of ideas in the universe. No matter how many ideas humanity collects, there will always be plenty for everyone out there. So, when I feel I'm running out of ideas, the problem is not in the source; it is in me. For many reasons, I'm just momentarily unable to access the infinite database of ideas of the universe.
The second less is that I have to keep showing up even when the access to the creative well is momentarily closed. This is fundamental. If I keep showing up, one day, a new entry point will manifest itself, and ideas will begin to flow again.