The Ebb and the Flow

I've been in a creative rut lately. The bad kind. The kind of rut where you want so badly for something intelligent or witty to flow from your fingertips- but.... I got nothing. I've found myself the past few weeks starting to write a post, but nothing good enough seemed to come to mind. So I would hit the delete button, and end back up at square one. Instead of forcing it, I just decided to give it a rest. And like a really good friend- that sometimes you need a break from- I put my laptop aside- knowing that when I was ready- it would be there.

So here I am- I'm back. I missed writing, but sometimes you need to just give it a rest- and you'll know when you're good and ready to come back. It's the ebb and the flow. Always present- and always faithful. It might ebb for awhile, but it'll be back. And when it does come back- it's better than ever.

That being said- this calm November is a great juxtaposition to my crazy October. The ebb and the flow. It is just what I needed to balance myself out a bit. I'm just now finding the time to finish unpacking those last few stubborn boxes from the move- and the finishing touches are being put on the new apartment. Pics to come once it's all finished. Now that I'm not out of town practically every weekend, I'm finding the time to settle into my new routine. This is a new sense of comfortable to me. And I like it.

Last weekend, a co-worker and I ran Race for the Cure. I'm not going to lie. I wasn't exactly thrilled about getting out of my bed any earlier than I needed to on a Sunday morning- but I'm glad I did. I don't personally know anyone that has been affected by breast cancer, but I sure have interviewed quite a few woman who have survived-or are still battling it. They inspire me.

After that, J-fred and I had a massage scheduled. It. Was. FABulous. And exactly what I had been needing. Work has been stressful lately. Tight deadlines, late nights, and some tough projects have been wearing on me. It would be a lie if I said otherwise. Don't get me wrong. I still love my job- but a girl has got to draw her sanity from somewhere. I found my sanity in a 45 minute massage in a dark room. It worked wonders. After that, a trip to the farmer's market, and a late lunch- made the perfect ending to my Sunday. The ebb and the flow.

Don't you wish you had one of these in your house?

Sorry it's a little blurry- NOT my best photo- but it was the light in the waiting room while we were waiting for our massages. I want one in my house.

And while I wish I had some really eloquent way to end this post- it's just going to have to wait until my creative juices slowly seep back. The oreo balls calling my name on the counter- also aren't helping the situation ;)