on ruts

I've hit a rut recently with my writing. Well, a rut in my creative life in general, if I'm being honest. Writers block comes and goes for me. My writing, when it's good, pours out of me. I can sit there and just flow. On days like these--on days like the days I've been having for the past few months, writing is hard, lackluster, and (I hate to say) not enjoyable.

Lately, I haven't been inspired or felt the urge to write. Instead, I've been stressed at work, stressed in life, having all sorts of terrifying experiences, and retreating. I'm not sure what the point of this post is, but I guess I just wanted to acknowledge the fact that I could do better, and that I will do better.