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From January until basically April I've always found it difficult to stay motivated. It's still dark outside for longer, it's colder, and definitely windier.  The holiday season and all of its glory lies behind us, and people usually feel pressure to make the new year so much better than before that get burned out by February.

The mood I find myself in is once again being tired and stressed all the time, and I'm sure others can relate.

I don't want this to become something I just become resigned to. It's my Junior year of high school, and it may be difficult to stay on task but I don't want to be miserable.

2018 may not be the year to complete our bucket lists, and get everything done that we want done this year. If we find ourselves still wrestling with things, trying to start over and leave bad habits behind in February, that's okay. If we're there again in March, April, or May, it's okay. May we be reminded that God's mercies are new every morning, not solely once a year.

May we be reminded of what's important. Our mental health, our relationships with those close to us. Our physical health, and our creativity.

Life as a student is demanding, and prioritizing is important. Creativity, definitely counts as a priority. During this particular season, I want to keep writing. I want to keep drawing, even though I'm really not much of an artist.  The only way to improve at something is to practice it.
It's a scary thought, when I'm wrestling with anxiety and when I have five projects due for school, that I'm wasting time. I know I do, though, not on school or on creativity.

 Every day is a chance again to be creative. God is gracious, and I can't still use that as an excuse when I realize that I miss writing.

Creativity, is one of the greatest resolutions to have.

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