Well it’s been a couple of months since my last blog post. Life has most definitely hit me with a few stumbling blocks, the worst of which was having the basement of my home flooded with a foot and a half of sewage water…eww!
Say goodbye to a hot water tank, furnace, washer, dryer and thousands of dollars of items that had all become unsafe to keep or damaged beyond repair.
Usually, during times of stress and frustration, I grab a notebook or my iPad and head somewhere peaceful and just write.
Not this time! Something was different.
If I wasn’t waiting at home for visits from the insurance adjuster, the restoration crew or someone from the furnace company, then I was emailing pictures of the damages or trying to figure out the cost of all my lost contents. Picking up the pieces after this devastating flood had become a full-time job.
But the worst part of all was that my “go to” stress reliever, writing, wasn’t working this time. Even freewriting came to a standstill.
Into the third week of not being able to write, I really started to get concerned. No matter what life has dealt me, I’ve always been able to hunker down and find a way to write.
What was different this time?
I have a theory, but I really don’t know for sure.
I think I was simply too exhausted, physically and mentally. When I look at everything that happened from around the 23rd of April to mid June, I can only attribute this dry spell to exhaustion.
But today’s a new day – and a new week. And here I am…writing again.
What have I learned from this experience?
There will be times when you can’t can’t write…and that’s okay.
