Every night, I meditate on a day spent re-reading familiar books and avoiding the laundry problem. I find myself responding, rather than initiating contacts. I assure you I am not depressed; I'm just lazy!
What's the cause? Well, probably the winter is part of it; I'm not getting much exercise now that jogging season is over, and that means I'm low-energy. But really, I think I've hit a fear point in my bigger projects. The holidays came at just the right time for me to form a thousand excuses not to confront my fear of taking the next step. Between entertaining the family and consuming upwards of a million Christmas cookies, I've been distracted enough to avoid my creativity anxiety.
The answer, my friends, is simple: laugh at my own foolishness and dive right back in. What is there to be afraid of? Failure? You only fail if you don't finish! Set a schedule and let my family know about it, so that they can help give me that oh-so-gentle push.
I only have one life, and within that life, all I have is each new day. The sun is up, and it's time to get back to my life!
