The Old Tin Shed

I made a comment on some art over at Flimsy Cups  a couple months back.  But tonight I am sitting here thinking about my work. You see I cant paint, I cant sing, I don't play a musical instrument.  But when it comes to colour and layout for web pages I see things that others don't.  That has made me a lot of money in the past.  I am very good at it, but.  I get performance anxiety every time I do a job. For example I do a job for a customer, I know it feels right, that it flows the way it should, that the customer experience will be calming and fluent.  But I worry.  I worry that no one will like it, that the site owner will look at other sites and see theirs doesn't add up.   Now this has never happened but I wonder how long this skill I have can keep going before I get it wrong, or it doesn't work ? I genuinely believe what I do is a form of art, and therefore as the creator I see...

Whats started.  Not something important to others but to me its a major step forward.  It means mentally I have changed position yet again. That is really important in my longer term recovery and understanding of my own illness. So whats started.  I can listen to new music again.  Doesn't sound like much but it is.  Until recently new music made me tense and paranoid.  Then after all the stress of the last week changed me.  Now I crave new sounds new music.  It also has another meaning one that is extremely important to me, it means that I can now enjoy my gaming without having to give it up after 40 minutes. I am becoming the old me, the me that was ok that enjoyed to explore the world around him.  If I gain one more thing back, I will have recovered the parts of me that I wanted back.  That were taken away by the illness and medications.  I just need to be able to write short stories again.  I miss that creative ou...