So earlier this morning I had a post composed in my head that was me whining about how I'm not writing, how I'm an utter failure at life in general, that my creativity was dead, that I really shouldn't be bothering anyone with anything.
But the only thing true in the above statement is that I'm not writing.
I am not an utter failure at life in general or even life in particular, since I'm still alive. Yes, I'm in pain right now, but I'll deal, as I always have.
My creativity is certainly not dead, just taking different forms. I'm really interested in my sewing class, and I picked up a cross-stitch that I haven't touched in months to work on at work. Also, I got a catalog in the mail yesterday that offered a set of "illuminated" coloring books and pens for $30, so I may ask my Dad to get that for me.
So, that is the state of the Jenn at the moment.