I’m afraid my week isn’t starting out on the best of notes. Nothing bad or catastrophic has happened really – but then, NOTHING has happened. I seem to have lost my muse, my mojo, my creative mind. I seem to have lost myIt used to be that when a box or package of beads arrived with the mail, as they did today, I could not WAIT to sit down and start creating with the things I bought. Usually it contained that one last component that I needed to finally start a project – as indeed, today’s did. But I can’t seem to find the muse, or the mojo – or they WAY to get it started. I sorted through the bag, put things in piles, but couldn’t quite find any perspective.
I rather felt like this:
All sad, and fuzzy. Felt like I needed some love. And I haven’t really felt like I was being a debby downer, or at least I didn’t think I did. Today I managed to get the dishes taken care of, the lunch casserole made, and the recycling stuffed in the bin. Progress. But just not of the beady kind. I think I’m still feeling sorry for myself about the fact that the art gallery turned down my answer to their call for artists. How dare they? And what am I to do with all the heart themed pieces that I WAS inspired to make? Etsy? Not the way that’s been going. (see prior post) And it’s been snowing, and gray, and cold for about 4 days in a row. So maybe it’s just the February blahs. The news from the groundhog, at least, was a bit brightening. Just 4 more weeks instead of 6. Oh please say it’s true…because I really need it to be warm and blue….
So I guess until my mojo comes back, because I swear it went off someplace sunny and warm without me, I just need to remember: