I feel blocked, the flow is not coming to me with the ease of days before. There’s a resistance in my writing and in my artwork.

A cloud?

I’m not sure? It feels more like something solid pushing against my mind, the part of my mind that accesses happiness, that captures visions and releases creativity.

It makes me feel almost empty, perhaps I would even describe it as sad?

It is not me. I don’t feel like me when I can not create, when I can not sing, or share some sparkle.

I’m writing yes, but not what I want to write. I want to write and feel inspired, not write and still feel lost.

There’s a dark space where the light should be. A darkness I don’t want to acknowledge, or invite in. I think as winter sets in, as I feel the sun hiding in my city I begin to feel fear. Fear because last winter I lost my sparkle. Last winter I felt like I was somehow lost and I couldn’t find my safe place. I have to remind myself I am stronger now. This year is not last year.

I also know that I have amazing people in my life, and no matter how lost I sometimes find myself, they are there, the steady constant. The ever present rays of light that shine through the cracks. For that I am blessed.

Thanks for letting me get that off my chest, love, Kylie xx

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