Doing . The . Work

It has been fourteen days since this challenge began, almost halfway through. A couple of days ago I thought I might just keep going past the one month mark; today I can’t wait for it to be over.

Why? A combination of reasons; tiredness, uncertainty about what I am doing (what this means?), self-doubt, feeling blah.

I know that this is not uncommon after the initial enthusiasm and euphoria of beginning something new. 

But really, isn’t that the nature of any creative work? I KNOW in my head that I just need to keep putting in the effort, I need to show up. Every. Single. Day. 

Maybe inspiration may strike. Perhaps the Muse may visit and things will seem, even for a brief time, easier. 

However, there is no possibility of that happening unless I show up and do the work. Unless I put pen to paper or fingers to keys. 

I like the possibility of something unknown appearing, of an unfamiliar thought or thread weaving through my mind. I like the idea of going along for the ride. Of course, I need to buy a ticket and get on board. And to do that I need to show up. Tired or not. Happy or not. Confident or not.