The good thing is, the funk always passes and all of a sudden I wake up one day and feel creative again and feel like decorating, writing, living a little more and doing something new.
I guess you could call it a creative funk.
So recently, when I got excited over some thoughts about decorating, I realized all would be right with my world and my creative self would survive. I'm blaming it on the heat.
Our poor yard is brown and crispy, the weeds are creeping into the flower beds and neither of us feel like going outside in the evenings because it's still in the high 90's at 8:00 p.m.
But last night I did go out and I watered all the plants, washed down the porch and even rinsed my car, and thankfully there was a very warm breeze blowing, so it wasn't as bad as I had imagined.
I don't like being cooped up inside, but the heat has been unbearable.
I'm ready to see the leaves falling when I look out the window.
I'm ready to grab a sweater on my way out the door.
I'm ready to curl up with a warm blanket to read a book or watch tv.
I'm ready for that first cool day when I open the door and instead of a hot blast of wet air hitting me in the face, I'm greeted with a cool, crisp morning of hope and excitement.
Yes, I'm ready for Fall.
I'm ready to be chilly.
I'm ready to play outside with the kids and eat dinner on the back porch.
These are the things that make you feel alive. Not this oppressive heat.
But, at least my creative funk has lifted...for now.
I'd better start creating while inspiration has come to visit.
It may soon vanish again, like the freon in my car has done this summer.
Until Next Time...