A lot of my weekend and in fact free time lately has been spent wondering: What the fuck should I be doing? I have been in a lull energy-wise and in a lull when it comes to creativity. Muse, where the fuck are you? This creative cycling is a real bitch. It seems to go along with the rest of the bipolar cycle. So I sit, at my computer, on the couch, going, duhhhhh. No. This is not what I want to do. I am reading a book on setting up a bona-fide Etsy shop that makes money. Must get back to that. Anything approaching a discipline is a novel act to me. Also I am attempting a new daily practice: Exercise. Fuck. Anything to feel better!! Maybe feeling better will get that bitchy little Muse back into my life for a visit, spark a few creative sparks, get me cookin’ with gas again. I don’t like how not-in-control of this I am. I think I’ll go take a walk. Oh but by the way I am still on the gratitude kick. I will practice gratitude on my walk. Ok Bipolar on Fire saying over and out, Sundays should last 48 hours, peaches to your mama.