on focus and inspiration

You know those mornings where you eat sugar cookies for breakfast and don't change out of your pajamas before noon? It sounds nice, but to be honest I'm not all that happy with myself. More for the sugar cookies than the pajamas. Victoria's Secret nightshirts are super comfy and I would wear mine all day long.

Since this is a personal blog, it's time for a rather personal post. Not really a life update, but that'll maybe happen before the end of the year. I have posts queued up to share, just need to edit them and add photos.

Words are taking a long time coming these days. It's a struggle for me to even get one sentence out, let alone enough words for a decent post. I attempted to participate in NaNoWriMo for the first time ever and failed spectacularly. There will be seasons like this, I am told. But when December doesn't feel like December, my Christmas decor consists of a Target banner, and I can't even make it through a Charles Dickens novel in less than six months, I have to wonder. Inspiration sometimes comes the long way round, and I eagerly wait for it's return. Having purple hair for awhile felt like a pretty major inspiration, but I went back red because I missed it and purple isn't the most publicly accepted hair color, haha. Nor is it easy to take care of; take note of that, anyone who wishes to join the purple side.

These days my focus has been all over the place. Applying for jobs is exhausting, as many of you know well. It has never been a simple or easy process for me; generally it comes down to trusting in God and knowing He has the right option for me, even if I'm not seeing it. Being an independent distributor for Young Living has been a huge boost of confidence for me, both in using my oils and sharing them with others, even if things are slow going for the moment.

There are seasons. I know this, even if I don't always want to accept it. And the end of the year is always a time of reflection and usually some kind of sadness among all the holiday joy. But my joy is not my own...it comes from outside of me, from the One who was born to save us all. No matter what struggles each of us is going through, no matter how big or small they may be, no matter how little people may care, He is always there. That is the thought I leave you with on this rather warm and gloomy December Friday. I have plans for this blog, plans that will actually be set in motion rather than merely talked about like an elusive dream. It's been a rough year for my writing, but I do feel that inspiration is coming. It's not too far off.