Once again, I’m at a loss for words. Maybe it’s just in the air, but these last couple of weeks have been weird, hard, or just unexpected. I’ve been myself, and at the same time, I’ve been someone else entirely; it feels strange to think that I’ve got it all together while I’m simultaneously scrambling to catch the crumbling pieces that are falling down around me.
I think the one running theme through everything right now is that I’m just tired. I had a creative burst recently where I rearranged priorities and set new expectations and it was a breath of fresh air. I finished a draft I’ve been meaning to get back to, which felt good, and I’ve got a plan for new things in the near future. I think I’m just resting up now before diving headfirst into my next exciting venture, digesting what I’ve finished while growing more eager to begin again soon.
With much-needed downtime on the horizon and holidays on the way, I think I’m going to rest easy creatively and focus on other things, like paying my bills, preparing for a long-awaited anniversary getaway weekend, and debating on whether or not there will be turkey or ham—or both—for Thanksgiving dinner.