It’s a tapestry of emotions and life events quilted together to tell a story.
We have bright patches of colour in happier times and more subdued colours in sadder times. Some people’s tapestries are brighter than others and some are duller but every persons quilt is unique and everyone’s lives are made up of a million different events sewn together to tell their individual story.
I’ve had some mega mojo missing lately, especially when it comes to writing.
It got to the point that I couldn’t even look at my blog. Just logging into my dashboard filled me with a sense of anxiety because I just had no idea what to write about and actually, I didn’t even want to try! Has anyone been there? Where you have a responsibility (even if it’s not really a responsibility but it just feels like one) and you can’t stand the idea of it?