Wow. The month of November seems to have gone by so quickly. Well, at least for me it has. It hasn’t been my typical November at all.
Normally there is a fire that ignites within me during this time as the beauty of the season falls upon us. The leaves begin to change, the temperature drops slightly, and I get to start wearing my boots again. It is my most creative month where I seem to be able to pour words on paper with such ease. This is my favorite season for so many reasons but this year, it just hasn’t been in me.
I feel stuck. Blocked. I just haven’t been able to create much of anything. Since, November 1, this is the first time I’ve sat down and attempted to write something. Surprisingly, I’m writing exactly what’s on my mind. Writing about me feeling stuck.
There are times when most of us feel this way. Some don’t like to admit it, I know I don’t, but we do. It’s hard to describe the feeling and people just can’t understand. There isn’t a magic pill or exercise that can make it better. What a horrible place to be right? Well, maybe it’s not all so bad.
Instead of approaching it as if it’s the end of the world, allow yourself to feel it and walk through the process.
I set a personal goal to write 30 articles this month. Guess what? I’ve written one. Okay, with this one, it will be two. I wanted to be disappointed in myself but, even though I tried, I couldn’t be. At this moment, this is where I need to be. I need to feel stuck. I need to feel stuck so I can stop, catch my breath and decide what’s next for me.
This is truly a season of change for me and God only knows how it will sort itself out. But for now, I’m going to embrace and enjoy being stuck.