It's when I'm preoccupied with who I think I am that I run out of moves. It's like mistaking a tree for the forest. I am the forest, not a tree. Jung says, "since the growth of personality comes out of the unconscious, which is by definition unlimited, then personality cannot be limited either."
I finally grab a pen and just make a drawing because there is nothing else to do. I make a drawing, not to advance my practice, nor to define myself, nor to grow, but to just make.
A reminder that I is a lot bigger than Frank.