I dreamt about work yesterday, this happens often when a project deadline is on my mind. In the dream, I was on a boat where I needed to complete a work project.

It was raining heavily, and I was walking around and asking the boat crew when their will customers show up. The crew was trying to fix the boat in the pouring rain. They gave me vague answers, unsure if they would get any customers.

Even though it was a thick, tropical kind of rain, I stayed dry, as if encased in a warm cocoon of coziness.

After waking up, I worked for ~9 hours. Even during the lunch break my mind continued to work while my feet were walking on flaming red and golden leaves in the park.

This moment, right this moment, while writing these sentences, is when my mind has slowed down.

And I am thinking about the rain in the dream, the leaves in the park, and the wind pushing against my body, and my jacket and my hair billowing behind me.

This is reason enough for creativity - to slow down. To build a cocoon of coziness within the deluge of busy-ness and savor life.

Why do you create (on busy days) or in general?