I've been busy. My older son's 4th birthday was this past week and so I've been running around trying to make sure he had a memorable birthday on top of all the normal madness including my son having a huge reaction to a bug bite on his forehead, him having a fever and describing a headache as his brain feeling "wobbly," and the normal everyday home stuff that needs to be completed. Because my energies and attention was drawn in a million other directions, I wasn't able to focus on my writing as much as I wanted to. That doesn't mean that I wasn't thinking about my stories, but it means that I was tapped out and I couldn't be creative.
I am a big believer in the idea that you only have so much space in your life. I don't mean it in the way that you have a overflowing closet and should probably stop stalking the clearance section in Target's Women's clothing kind of way. Okay, imagine that you have a series of buckets. Each bucket can only hold so much stuff. Each bucket has a label: Emotional energy, brain space, physical energy, creativity, family, self, etc. They are fuel markers. You can take brain space fuel and pour it into your creativity bucket, but then you have less brain space fuel for emotional care or family time or physical energy. Life is about finding the balance everyday of where you "spend" your fuel.
Last week, most of my fuel went into the family and life buckets. That's fine. My creativity bucket is still hanging around, ready for its turn. I hope this week can be a creativity week. Most importantly, I'm not going to hypothetically beat myself up about my lack of creative output last week. I'm going to accept my limitations and move forward. Maybe this is a sign of growing up.