Finding your flow

The Flow There's a moment when everything stops mattering except what's in front of you. You sit down with a paintbrush. Or a pencil. Or clay in your hands. And time dissolves. Hours pass like minutes. You don't notice. You don't care. Your phone could ring, the house could shake, and you wouldn't hear it. Because you're somewhere else. Somewhere true. That's the flow. No past, no future. Just being in the present. It's not about being perfect. It's not about the outcome. It's about being so...