I’ve hit the doldrums. I keep adjusting my sails to catch even the slightest whiff of inspiration, but it seems I can’t sail a ship on the strength of a sigh.
This has been a particularly trying winter. We are renting a beautiful little house in Soda Springs, Idaho (emphasis on little) and it seems I cannot escape the incessant bickering of my cabin-fevered children. They couldn’t go outside much and so just ricocheted off each other. They are 5 years apart in age and every once in a while their interests will align, like planets, and there will be peace and harmony ala the age of Aquarius. This was not that season. My oldest is 13 and has embraced this angsty calling with relish.
Anyway, add to it the fact that Soda Springs may be slowly rejecting me like an incompatible organ transplant, I’ve been in a bit of a creative slump.
People some times look at me and think “Oh she’s an optimist- she’s ok”. There is a misconception, I think, that optimists are a little vacant and that their sunny disposition is easily come by. Let me attest- it takes effort. It takes a conscious decision to change your mindset and we get sad too. When an optimist is sad it’s pretty easy to dismiss it- knowing we will “bounce back” soon. And you’d be correct- we will bounce back- but it still hurts to feel dismissed.
I am so thankful for my good friends that help me whenever I start to sink into the mires of anxiety.
I’m pushing through the rocky, frozen soil again. Looking forward to Storymakers and reconnecting with my muse this spring. 🙂
Kelly Moore Writes 