Why can't I be creative?

I've been struggling the last month or so with a complete lack of creativity.  Like, nothing. Like, can't come up with plot ideas for LARPs, can't come up with tabletop ideas, can't do imagination play with the kids... nada.

And all I can think is that it's because I'm BALLS EXHAUSTED from work.

My jorb is the busiest it has ever been. I have, literally, more to do on this coming Monday than I had to do the day I got back from TWO WEEKS IN THE DESERT.

Which is also why I'm working away on a Saturday morning in my basement.

Oh yeah!  That's the other piece! I need to improve my home office space to get more work done here.

Oh hey, I'm setting up a basement office in a mildly unfinished basement space.

I"m my Dad!  PEW PEW PEW PEW!

Burn my house down and throw out everything I own.

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Energy flows

Just a quick one today!

My energy is quite unpredictable these days; I feel that's worth some investigation?

My mornings are energetic, until I get to work, then it's a peak of about 90 minutes, then it kinda dies down. Maybe there's a problem with my morning snack / lunch that is interrupting my flow?

Maybe meetings interrupt it?

Worth a thought?

Maybe it's ebbing and flowing like this because I'm brutally behind at work?

That's also more likely as a cause than anything else, too..

So I guess I better get back to work!

Weekend!

What a great weekend!

What did we do Friday?! I can't remember...

The Peanuts had ballet on Saturday, which went great; I'm getting to know the other ballet parents a bit, which is nice, and I pulled off the greatest 'massive grocery buy to restock' ever, in 45 minutes with Peanut #2 during one ballet class. Then we went to one of Prairie Metropolis' indoor public spaces and the Peanuts did art, on their own, for an hour. No fights, no accidents, nothing.

Then we had a lovely rooftop-patio lunch at the pub (still in their ballet clothes LOL) and then off to my singing lesson. And after 15 years of lessons, I feel like I don't suck at this. Like, maybe I can actually sing.

So much patience, so many adjusted expectations

To be easier on the little peanuts, we've worked on being waaaaay more patient.

So we don't meet them on the tantrum train, we don't get freaked out and try and storm our way through the various kinds of normal misbehaviours, without treating them as crises.

So it needs to be not only incredible amounts of patience, but also all the forgiveness and just letting the past, even the 5 minutes ago past, be the past.

We'll get there, and we'll yell a lot less.

Coming along...

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We're busy, but it's manageable? I think? It's so easy to just be like, everything is fine and keep doing what you're doing, but that's what bit me IN THE ASS in 2007, so I'm trying not to rest on any laurels?

How am I doing?

Attention? Yes? I think?  Mainly by saying Yes to things like "hey, wanna watch TV?"
Affection? Yes, pretty much, although this is probably where I'm weakest right now
Appreciation? Better make sure I'm on the flowers for opening night...which is Friday. RIGHT.

Basement

Darn it! Our contractor came up with an awesome idea to turn all our shelving into a giant rolling storage unit, and I'm all "THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MY IDEA"

Because that is just exactly zany enough to have been something I came up with.