In the ascending pressure before Christmas there is a certain part of my bipolar, two-sided, double faceted Creative Mind that yells at me every day. It shouts that I am being lazy, unproductive, and unhelpful. That I am not acheiving my potential, not living my fullest life, not reaching for every star and climbing every mountain and I Bloody Well Should Be. That I should be at all the markets, making new things, decorating thoroughly and not just sticking up a tree and a paper snowflake. That I should be selling, sharing, photographing my artwork in the best light, networking, painting until midnight, falling asleep with ink on my hands, getting products in shops, selling making pushing creating and Not Sitting Down. Every second I rest is a second wasted, an oppurtunity lost, a sale not made, a work of art not created. I am wasting my life and should be ashamed of my lack of productivity.