I added a grand total of 2k words this week to my work in progress. Not great. I sat down about every night as usual, but ended up scrolling social media or staring at my Pinterest pages hoping for the ideas to flow. The only times they were flowing this week were when I was driving to work. So, completely unhelpful. Sitting at the keyboard my brain was a ghost town with the occasionally tumbleweed of a thought rolling through.

The day job is partly the problem. There was a lot going on and a good deal of it was stressful. Anxiety is an old friend of mine and when she visits, she brings avoidance with her. With these two, nothing gets done which (annoyingly) makes them both stick around even longer. It’s a big ol’ stress spiral.

This weekend I tried to do a reset. I tried to focus on my usual Saturday routine and didn’t let my head wander to concerns about work or what might be coming up next week. Did it work? Uh, no. I had dreams about work last night, missing deadlines, tasks forgotten, that kind of thing. It made for a foggy morning. I wouldn’t say it’s to the level of writer’s block, but it’s back to a hard slog. I know this too shall pass, but it’s a downer since I had been on a roll.

Next week the weather promises to be warmer and I think I’m going to shut off the heat and open all the windows one afternoon. A change of air can make a difference. It’s also time to start seeds for this year’s garden and that always releases serotonin for me. And the sun is shining for longer and longer each day. I’ll just keep repeating all that to myself until I’m out of the weeds.