You know that feeling? That dreamy state that happens when you’re so tired its not even possible to sleep anymore? That odd, almost inspired feeling in the pit of your stomach that accompanies it? That sort of feeling just sits pleasantly in the pit of your stomach waiting on you to act on it, knowing full well that you won’t be able to resist it much longer. Come on, write a book or become an acclaimed artist… you know, just something.
Ok, so maybe thats just me. Most of the time I lack the focus required to finish little artsy projects that my seemingly drugged self began. If I were only exhausted to the point of delirium all the time, right? Then I could create an abundance of canvas paintings, esteemed novels, and inventive recipes.
Maybe its my inhibitions, you know supposedly those are down when you’re sleep deprived. Kind of like when you’re just a little drunk. I guess thats a good thing, right? A positive way of expressing yourself without that little fear inside stopping you.
I think I should make a way to have this feeling whenever necessary. Need to pen your autobiography? Here you go. Living room need an extravagant mural? Here you go. Sister in need of cheap “Ace of Cakes”-esque wedding cake? Here you go.
So I guess, in short, we should all find a way of forgetting our inhibitions and going for what our heart says is ok. Maybe it will be right every once in a while. 
