I am always surprised by the way my creative juices affect me.  Sometimes, it seems that I'll never get back on track, that life has got too much in the way, that there are tonnes of other things to do and I'll never find the time or inclination again.  Then, suddenly, I give in to an urge to do something creative, whether that's writing or drawing, or painting or sewing curtains - and I become 'the rolling stone that gathers no moss.' 

I get caught up in the flow of those creative juices and they don't want to let me go -
and I get the greatest sense of personal satisfaction ever. 

It just feels so right to express myself this way.  I feel so happy when I do it, no matter how hard the work is, no matter how fidgetty or time-consuming, and no matter how many times I have to go over what I've done to perfect the work. 

Sometimes, we need help to break through our creative blocks.  It can be difficult to accommodate even one hour a day as a commitment to creativity.  But we can always find an hour when we really want to.  And it's not too difficult to insert that into an agenda.  Yet, often, part of me holds back because I know that once I start I will find it difficult to stop.  I know that all the energy I have will go into the creative work and, once I'm on a roll, I will hate having to leave it to go do such mundane things as cook meals, 
feed the animals, do the gardening, or even to go to the toilet when nature calls! 

I have yet to find the discipline that  allots a portion of time and holds the rest back so there's energy left for other things.  Then, part of the problem with expressing my creative urges also becomes the guilt that arises when the rest of my life falls to pieces because I have no one else around me to do all the things that need to be done to simply have a functional life.  When that guilt becomes overwhelming I start to question the value of my work and I begin to draw back.  I end up refocusing my energies to the necessary mundane tasks and the creativity fades until I can't see it or feel it any more. 

How can any of us find a balance between the two?  Yet, for me, the replenishment I get 
from expressing creativity is absolutely essential.  So, sooner or later, the urge to create asserts itself again and the creative juices flow.  There's the dilemma.  It is essential that my life also stays functional and doesn't fall to pieces around me just because my creative focus becomes so singular.  

In the end, I suppose all we can do is try.  It's that old 'pendulum swing' again... Now, creativity has the upper hand, now mundane tasks, and somewhere between the two
I have a life which is both secure and free.  All we can do is give it our best shot, after all.