I am having to be patient with myself at the moment and extend myself grace.
It has been a month of sickness in our house where often more than one family member has been at home ill, culminating with me having a week of feeling truely grim.
There has been more work (which is an answer to prayer) but it also means less time to sit, reflect and write.
The house is... well... ugghhhhhh would be the right word. So much so I've considered putting a facebook status to the effect of please don't come round to my house because I just can't cope. Thankfully no one has.
The biggest frustration is that I think of what I would like to say on the blog I'm in the shower or hanging out the washing or vacuuming or any activity where I can't just sit drop everything and sit down at the computer. When I do have time to write, I am usually utterly spent, my brain has turned to mush and I can't summon up the will to sit and think deep thoughts or even the will to care about the blog.
It is, in short, a very humbling season. On top of all these creative frustrations, it seems that it is my season for feeling small. Tiny and insignificant in fact.
I am not loving this season. I am holding on to the fact that seasons end and pass into another, that my life, my worth, my identity is not rolled up in a blog.
What season are you in? Are you able to get on with your creative outlet or are you having to put things on hold while other things get sorted first?