This week has been tough. Mentally. It's been cloudy and chilly (both outside and in my head) and I just haven't been able to get on my game. I feel doubtful of all the things I've started here. I have completed a few paintings and now I feel stuck again. Going after something can be so hard sometimes. Every micro movement is like trudging through deep mud on a rainy day.
But then there is tea. And Sigor Ros singing Ára Bátur. And the little nudge inside that says you can do this. You can.
You learn to be gentle with these moment. They are what pushes you up the mountain. They are part of your unfolding story. They are the story.
I tell myself that these muddled moments are because I'm actually making progress. I am breaking through barriers and trekking through new grounds. The resistance comes because I am moving forward. It's a good thing.
So in these ugly, nasty, mentally tough days we must know that they are making us stronger, they are growing us and pushing us. It's okay to take a break and breathe a bit. When we are ready we simply need to stand on our feet and continue on.