Treading water

Do you know what I’ve done today? Not a whole lot, that’s what. It’s even taken me most of the day to figure what to blog about. The problem being I just can’t think straight. Things have been busy around here lately, and although I’m not complaining I feel I have been rolling like a stone evolving into a ball of gigantic proportions. I wouldn’t’ really say I’m overwhelmed, just tired. It’s the coming down after a few weeks of highs.

Things have been good. Well great, actually.

I’ve been pitching and having a few articles published here and there and the response from editors has been promising. Even in the pitches that have been knocked back the feedback has been encouraging and positive. Phrases such as ‘I like your style’ and ‘I look forward to you pitching again‘ are almost as good as a yes… almost.

I’m also still reeling in finishing my manuscript. Probably a bit too much as I still don’t feel ready to revisit it yet. Another month and I may be there but for now thoughts of new characters and stories are filling the void. I’m wrangling the ideas in my head and getting them down on paper. They are seeds and will lay dormant until I’m ready to start watering them with words.

Also filling my time has been my re-entering into the field of social media coaching. As you may or may not know I did a lot of this a few years back and I’m enjoying getting back into it. It’s a nice way to supplement my income and feeds my desire to help others. I really love opening up peoples eyes to the possibilities of social media and what can be achieved both personally and professionally. Feel good moments.

Then of course I’ve been blogging and commenting, and doing my own social media. And of course housey stuff and kiddy stuff. We are looking forward to Father’s Day this weekend, as with it comes the first day of Spring and the promise of a warm day. Yes, warmth! Oh how I’ve longed for ye!

But today, I’ve feel like I’ve been treading water. Inspiration seems to have packed up on a mini-break and my words seem to have become jumbled as they do from time to time.

I know during these times I just need to be patient. To keep moving until the water recedes or I remember how to swim again. It’s the calm in my storm of life. My crazy storm of life, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

Normally here at the end of the post I would ask a thought provoking question but I’m so mentally exhausted that can’t quite think, so just leave me a comment with whatever you feel you want to say.