Today, I sat down to find my inspiration. It hasn’t gone well.
I struggled to find focus. There are so many things going on. My mind raced. It’s tangled like spaghetti.
I struggled to find my creativity. Everything has felt stale and uninspired. I’ve said it before or someone else has said it better.
At one point, I stopped to nap. It didn’t help. Now I’m just more awake and alert about not having “it.”
Today, the tank is empty. It’d be nice if I was more ok with that.