Making any progress or headway at this time feels like swimming upstream in sewage. The combination of the pandemic, the holidays, and the impeachment has hindered energy flow.
Facing this with honesty freed up a couple spurts of creative juices for me. I wrote a bad poem about it. Later, I danced to an old favorite Grateful Dead song.
Are you feeling stagnant? In facing this now can you also feel a spurt of energy? Ki to Happiness spurts.