Lately, I've been in a creative funk. I don't know what's going on...but the things that normally inspire me, the things I'm itching to do...no desire. Not a bit. Craftiness is my hobby, and I've always been crafty. Hell, I'm sure if I was 5-10 years older, I'd be in the mommy-blogger gangs of craftiness and hominess and baby activities (hopefully I can sort of avoid that urge).
A lot of it has to do with my lack of home-ownership I think. It seems that lately so many people I know are buying houses, and I desperately want to join those ranks. Now, don't get me wrong - I love my little rental house, and it's definitely the hominess place I've ever lived in, but it's not MY house. And I know that. I also know that we can't afford to buy a house and then have to sell it right away. Plus, I'm really trying to get my car paid off before buying a house.
I just feel stalemated. I feel like I'm trapped here in this moment and at this intersection in my life. But until Sean graduates, there's nothing I can do about it. It's frustrating, but I knew this going in. I knew this was how it was going to be. And we only have a little over a year and a half of this left, and we'll be free.
Then we will buy a house, and I will create like a mofo for it. And life will be good.