I'm feeling anxious lately. I want to write, but every time I sit down and work on the book I've been tackling, I get too jittery and get up. I can't sit still. I struggle to motivate myself at work. I want something new, but I feel like its wiser to stay the course and wait for the emotions to die down. Still, I'm not ignoring them. Just keeping my eyes open to see if anything pops up.Alas...the bills need to be paid and responsibility needs to happen. That's what keeps me on the ground.
I have to admit I haven't written much during the time I wrote my weekly blog posts. I wrote some, but not a lot. Someone said the urgency was missing. But is writing sort of like a marriage? If you can't keep at it when it gets boring, you aren't really dedicated.
Anyway, I'm at a stage where the motivation has drained away and I'm looking through the residue to see if there is anything of substance left. The cynical side of me says I don't have an audience, but in case I do, I thought I'd let you know.
PS - I sound super melodramatic now, but I'm not "emo", just tired.
PPS - We got a puppy. Have you seen her on my Instagram? :) If not, here you go!
Soli Deo Gloria.
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