Date: July 19, 2025
Tags: animation, procrastination, motivation, journal

Hey everyone,

Lately, you’ve probably noticed that my animation projects have either slowed down dramatically or vanished into the void. Truth is… yeah, they’re pretty much indefinitely delayed. I keep saying I’m working on stuff, and technically I am… in between long gaps of distraction, procrastination, and losing focus entirely. My motivation has tanked. I used to be excited to sit down and bring my characters to life—frame by frame, shot by shot—but now even opening the program feels like a chore. I can’t even pretend to be in that same creative mindset anymore.

What makes it harder to admit is that I’ve gotten a lot lazier. Like, not even in the “I’m tired” kind of way—just in the “I don’t feel like pushing myself right now” way. I start, I stop, I get sidetracked by everything else. I get into other hobbies, then abandon those halfway through too. It’s not even just burnout at this point—it’s more like I’m slowly realizing I don’t know if I even want to do animation anymore.

I’ve been sitting at my desk for years now, staring at an empty timeline and feeling more stuck than ever. Every time I try to open my animation software, my mind immediately drifts to other things—a new drawing project, a video game I haven’t touched in months, or even just goofing off online. What’s worse is that I can’t even remember the last time I felt genuinely excited about animating. Ideas come to me in bursts, but whenever I sit down to turn those ideas into motion, I suddenly feel… lazy. It’s like a thick fog settles over my brain, and I can’t push past it.

I always thought of myself as someone who would never give up. But these days, “indefinitely delayed” might as well be my middle name. Chapters of my main project have stretched from “just a few more tweaks” to “maybe tomorrow” to “when inspiration strikes again,” whatever that even means anymore. I keep telling myself I’ll finish this shot, this scene, this entire film—but the truth is, I’m not sure I want to. There’s this nagging voice inside that asks whether animation is still worth the effort, or if I’m just clinging to an old dream because it feels… safe.

On top of that, every hobby I have now seems to siphon off my focus. An idea for a new Drawing pops up. Before I know it, I’m two hours deep into Drawing a new OC, and I haven’t even moved one frame forward. Other times, I fall into research rabbit holes—pouncing on new software tools, tutorials, and “better” workflows—only to realize I’ve spent more time learning about animation than actually animating.

Part of me Hopes this is just burnout, and that if I push through, I’ll rediscover that old spark. But another, louder part of me wonders if it’s time to let go—if maybe I’m meant to pour my creativity into something else entirely.

So here I am: stuck, unmotivated, and questioning everything I used to love. I don’t have any grand epiphanies or solutions yet. All I know is that I need to be honest about where I’m at. If you’ve ever been here too, know that you’re not alone. And if you have any tips for snapping out of this haze or rekindling that spark, I’d really appreciate hearing them

And yeah… if you’ve been paying attention, there’s been a shift in the kind of stuff I post or talk about. I’m getting more into fetish art—especially stuff that centers around my looner side, like beachballs, inflatables, that whole vibe. That part of me has definitely gotten more… active. I’ve always had those interests, but I’ve started leaning into them more creatively, and it’s kind of taken over my focus in a way I didn’t expect. I find myself wanting to draw or write stuff about that, instead of animating scenes from a story I no longer feel connected to.

It’s weird, but also kind of freeing to just admit it. I’m still the same person, still passionate about creating—but what I want to create and why has definitely shifted. I don’t know where that’ll lead, or if I’ll ever circle back to animation the way I used to. Right now, I’m just floating with whatever feels right in the moment.

Thanks to those who’ve stuck around or even just quietly noticed the change without judging. I’m figuring things out—maybe slowly, maybe messily—but I’d rather be honest about where I’m at than pretend I’m still grinding away at something that no longer excites me.