So here I sit, drumming my fingers on the table, waiting patiently (ha!) for the return of my muse.
I’m tired, impatient, depressed, disgusted, discouraged………..think of a negative adjective, I’m feeling it.
I know she’ll return when she’s ready.
I’m just not a patient person.
And while she’s away I feel alone, inadequate, small, undeserving.
And fat, did I mention fat?
When I get discouraged it’s in all aspects of my life! LOL
This too shall pass……eventually.
In the meantime, I’m going to go play some Bubble Buster!