The first week of 2018 has been, frankly, a bit draining. Here in New York, as in much of the U.S., we’re covered in snow. I managed to make it out the door for yoga this morning (for which I deserve a medal), but other than that I’ve been holed up in my draftier-than-preferred apartment, working from home on my chaise lounge under a pile of blankets. This is not hygge; hell, it’s not even hygge-adjacent.
Between the weather and my lack of interaction with other people in the past 10 hours, I’m in a bit of a creative slump. I don’t feel up to attacking anything that requires real inspiration or brainpower. But because the rest of the week has involved similarly frigid climes, along with playing catch-up post-holidays, I’m already way behind on my creative goals for 2018. My brain is too fried to make any real progress tonight, but there’s one thing I can do: plan.
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