I frequently joke that I eat stress for breakfast.

There is some truth to me living with what most people would call extremely stressful conditions on and off over the past 15 years or so. Well, lately ‘breakfast’ has not been agreeing with me. I have had a lot of stress over the past couple of weeks (a lot even for me) and it has impacted a lot of things. It’s taking a physical toll as well as killing my creativity and my ability to work on other projects.

The literally 7 things that broke or broke down around my house (needed to get a new dryer, you know, little things like that) are now in hand (so’s the door handle to the back door, but that’s going to be fixed soon too). The building project at my house is six weeks behind schedule, but my contractor has assured me they’ve got things worked out with the township regarding our building permit and that we’ll get back underway this week. Hopefully they’ll be able to work around the pool the weather has created for us.

I am slowly getting back on track, but I almost feel like I’ve got a hangover ~ without all the fun parts leading up to that. Creativity for me does require some amount of “mood” and inspiration. I think I’m going to have to work out a new story where stress becomes a literal monster… maybe I’ll be back on track sooner than I thought?