The trees have lit a fire in the streets that even the rain seems unable to dampen. Each corner is aflame: with hot red and glowing amber leaves upon every branch. The fallen leaves are purple and brown embers scattered along the sidewalk.
I am slow-burning, steady. There are no concerns of explosion, no expectations of anything wonderful. After all, I am not the fuse of a summer firework. I am merely the soft colour of the already fallen leaves.
They say that when you find yourself stuck or uninspired, it is usually because you are about to have a huge jump in learning or some sort of revelation. That you should work through it, because you will get it when it is over. Even if working through it is difficult, you should try your hardest. It is difficult, it is supposed to be. Sometimes you may even feel as though you will be perpetually uninspired.
Pretending you know what you’re doing is almost the same as knowing what you are doing, so just accept that you know what you’re doing even if you don’t and do it.
Autumn seems to be that time of year where the summer is over and as we head toward winter we consider our journey, how far we have come and the distance we have yet to travel. When we become stuck despite ourselves, it may be a good time to learn how to critique ourselves and to push through the frustration. It could be a good time to step back and look for inspiration in other places, to finish old projects or learn new skills. To discard the things that we have been procrastinating on and begin something new.
Being stuck is a part of the process, you may not be the fuse of a firework waiting to explode into a thousand colours, but even steady slow-burning gives off the occasional spark.