Here’s the scenario: you’re sitting on your bed in your least favorite, ugly ass pajamas. You have no desire to actually write or create (you know, what you thought was your whole purpose in life), opting instead to feel like shit about your lack of productivity. You scroll through your Facebook feed, feeling like garbage made sentient as you watch your peers succeed in life and be passionate about various things and go on dates and shit.
Write my first novel. Start a small business. Finish more short stories. Update this blog.
These are just a few of the things I really, really want to do but haven’t had time to pursue. For me, one of the hardest adjustments I’ve had to make as a parent is admitting that I just can’t do everything. Continue reading “Creative Fatigue: Admitting When You Can’t Do It All”