Although I've had no major complains as of late, I still sometimes struggle with problems relating to writing or crafting. More specifically, I go through (thankfully short) periods when I feel completely uninspired. Along with this usually comes a feeling of fatigue. I have ideas, but I just can't get them out and I'm suddenly very sleepy. It doesn't matter how much I plan, how many outlines I jot down, how many craft patterns I look over. I sit down to work and everything just putters out like a dying engine.
As I said, these periods are brief but I hate them. As one can imagine, I can get pretty anxious if I can't write. Since, you know, it's what I do. But the way I see it, at least I have something to be anxious about. I have a loving family, more friends than I deserve, and the beautiful God-given ability to do stuff involving my brain and my hands. Sometimes both. I guess writing is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent watching PBS while eating a chicken sandwich and crying. I digress.
Last weekend was great. I got to spend time with a special someone and I played Apples to Apples for the first time. I also learned the definition of "dudebro." The only thing that didn't really jive was the strained shoulder and arm I got from He-Manning a box up the back stairs a few days prior. Despite this, I woke up Monday morning with a sense of being recharged. Isn't that what defines a great weekend?
This week has shaped up to be productive, despite the semi-block I've had. On another note, I'm really beginning to enjoy having long hair again. There are times I miss having short hair, but I can do so much more with my hair now. A side ponytail being one example. There are lots of things in the works right now (not involving hair). I'll dish about those later. Meanwhile, I'm going to get busy writing and quoting Miles Jai at the most inopportune times.
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