It's been pointed out by my hub that I'm grumpy. Now he's not often right, but I'll give him that one. I've been feckless for days now. Nothing's working, paintings are rubbish and my creativity is on a go slow. It's lucky that crochet is needed because I think I might be running round town with no shoes on, shouting at pigeons otherwise. I don't want to talk to people or participate in anything, and yesterday I was stupid, emotional and downright vacant. I'm annoying myself greatly.
I've been at this long enough to know that these things happen and they just need to be rode out. It doesn't help my floundering loss of direction and plummetting confidence though. It feels like things are not working. I'm having no success despite all my hard work and there's nobody to blame but myself.
I'm in desperate need of some guidance.
Hoping my fabric will come today and fill me with joy. Aside from that, I think I'll just do some housework and attempt to feel accomplished in at least some small way round here.
F@ckity f@ck f@ck.