Dear Indie Girl,
Have you ever noticed that life can be very cyclical? And not just in the feminine way.
I mean, like spurts of motivation and inspiration pouring out of you for weeks and weeks at a time. You get up early, you write for hours, you keep the house clean, you go to bed on time, and you eat right. Then, it’s like your psyche trips over something, and one night you decide to stay up later. Then the next morning, you sleep through your alarm. Then, you don’t make the time for your writing, and the dishes pile up, and you turn around and it’s been like a month since you’ve cleaned your office and you can’t see the couch because of all the junk piled up on it. And this well oiled machine that was working so smoothly and being so productive is now coughing out fumes. And you think… what happened?
I go through this particular cycle every couple of months or so… okay, every couple of weeks would be more accurate. I don’t understand it. Is it my creative tendencies that lead to inconsistent behavior? Am I maybe slightly manic depressive?
I also tend to be a guilt ridden type of person. So, when this happens, I always beat myself up for not staying “on track” and keeping my routine. But, life doesn’t stick to a routine. Life is always growing and changing and adapting to new seasons. Life is a cycle, I guess.
Maybe I’ve got this wrong. Maybe I don’t need to feel guilty for riding the wave of life. Maybe the key is just to do what you can with what you’ve got, and with wherever you’re at in the ebb and flow of life.
Yeah, I’m going with that.