I've been in and out of it. This rhythm I've been trying to acquire since I've decided to shift gears in my career around four months ago. I straddle across the days trying to catch it. This wave of supposed peace that should be flooding me with calm but I'm not always able to.
I tried to pray this morning but sometimes prayers don't work as they need to. Sometimes the grace comes in different forms like how it came through a conversation with my friend about how I should try to make music again. Making music has been one of the earliest creative attempts I've tried to pursue. It began when I was 12 and I remember just trying to catch some melodies from my head. But I can't now and it's been hard to not have a creative outlet as of late.
I worked almost the entire day. My client and I had a meeting the whole morning and talking about their business has gotten me a little bit exhausted. I've been wanting to find a different rhythm so that I can squeeze in some of the things that I really want to do like drown myself in a book or catch another song to write. But the endless struggle is apparent. Yet, I am also not discouraged. I've found the strength to be determined to persevere for some reason.
