Where is my art?

Something I've been working hard to not think about is my art.  More accurately--my lack thereof.

Sometimes my depression can spark some creativity, but usually it just shoves my art so far down that I'm not quite sure how to bring it back into the light.  I've been feeling so much better lately.  I'm thinking more positively at work, and really opening myself up to recognizing everyday moments of contentment and even happiness.  So where is my art?

I can feel the desire to do something creative.  I'm hungering to be productive in the parts of myself that play in happiness.  I know it's there.  I'm not worried that it's gone forever.  But I don't know how to bring it back out.  My husband would tell me to just start working on a collage.  And he's probably right.  Just because I don't feel like starting something doesn't mean that it isn't there patiently waiting for me to begin.

And yet I keep finding excuses.  I don't have a space to work on things.  It takes time to pull out all my collage stuff and get to work.  Then I have to clean up and take a couple of days to seal the paper.  It seems overwhelming, which sounds really silly.

So maybe I need to start with baby steps.  Today I will start clearing a space for my art.  Then maybe I will sort through some of my supplies.  To be honest it would be hard for me to locate what I need because everything is so cluttered.  So I need to reign in some of the chaos.  But then I need to begin.  Because that's the only way for my art to come out.  It can't come out to play if I keep waiting for something to push me to do it.

Progress, not perfection!