Nothing Good Comes Easy

So I touched on the thought that, "nothing good comes easy" in the beginning of my last post.  And in my short list of good things that don't come easy, I mentioned writing a song. 

I am a mother, a wife, a baker, a friend, a bookkeeper, a songwriter...
From the moment I wake up to the moment that my two children go to sleep (roughly by 7:30pm) I am 100% devoted to their needs.  Anything that I could possibly want to do during the day, has to be weighed out and determined whether or not I can accomplish that thing in the presence of my kids.  Most things, aside from being a mother, have to take place in the evening hours.  On a good night, discipline rules and I can head nose first into the world of songwriting. 

Art begins with spontaneous inspiration from who knows where.  The words are all there floating around, I just need to reach up, grab them and place them together like a puzzle.  Sometimes I have a clear path and a story forms in such a fluid way, it's thrilling.  Other times, there is a lot of muddle to work through and I will have spent 3 to 4 hours of the evening in frustration like a Phlebotomist that can't find the vein.  It is in those moments that I have crazy thoughts filled with self doubt.  "Who do you think you are?  You call yourself a song writer?  You've wasted an entire evening?  Pack it up!"  If I were to listen to those thoughts and let them win, I would die.  I would be losing a vital piece of who I am. 

So in those times of writers block, there is only one thing for me to do.  Go to bed.  Get re-energized.  6AM comes really soon and the other vital parts of me need attention as well.  Perhaps the pitter patter of little feet running down the hall will create new inspiration.  My eyes will be awake and open to all the creative possibilities a new day will bring.  That much needed rest, I hope, will give me a fresh perspective and allow me to believe that tomorrow is a new day, the evening will come again and I WILL write another song.