I’m going through a drought, a writing drought.
I haven’t published anything in 4 days, that’s like an eternity in Medium land. But I wasn’t really feeling it and then I got “busy” with things like a job interview (what? in the midst of a pandemic) Yeah, who knew, some companies are still working, thank goodness.
But I wasn’t getting the inspiration to write anything. I’ve been mostly publishing poetry and been inspired by moments that really hit me. Nothing has hit me lately.
I started a new jigsaw puzzle. I went on the once-weekly shopping run for my parents. I read some e-books. I looked up all the COVID-19 stats, multiple times, the numbers fascinate me. I solved some computer problems for my elderly parents. I read a few Illumination stories, I got a bit overwhelmed.
But I just didn’t feel like putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. And you know what? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. I am being kind to myself and trying not to stress over pretty much anything.
Giving yourself grace in the midst of ALL THE THINGS is a good idea. I don’t need to meet everyone else's expectations, I need to meet mine. And I have the ability to choose and modify those expectations at any time.
