so this morning I tried to do the creative thing in the morning before the house woke up. It was a no-go. I have been in a funky headspace all weekend. I came downstairs and turned on my lamp, turned on music, and just sat for a minute trying to stir up some feeling or motivation, and it just wouldn't come. I already have a ritual of turning on music and TV in the background, in a special area to sit in, away from my computers that I set up last week, so I should be good to go, but nothing. Maybe this evening after work I'll be better. Just a lot on my heart this weekend. i cried for the first time in like 7 or 8 years. I literally started therapy because I was wondering how normal it is not to cry. This creative process, I believe, is opening me up to parts of myself that went numb.