possible-chaos

i’m feeling it today…that formlessness of nothing being done, not my writing, not my painting, not my weaving…it’s all out there yelling for me to do something and i am doing nothing. but cleaning, cleaning clothes, the house, the kitchen, and not doing what i want.
i feel like i am trapped, i have no my space, i have our space, and there is no place for me to just be me…where i can do all of my wants and not have someone going what the?
i need a my space….so that my formlessness, can grow.