Can I borrow a cup?

I haven’t been here for a few days. It’s been hard to be creative or even to write honestly. I have heard the expression, “You can’t pour from an empty cup.” I understand it – the need to recharge your soul; rejuvenate your spirit. This is the season for that renewal – autumn. Halloween. Everything around me is spooky. The outside is crisp, but still warm enough to enjoy it. Frost has not set in, yet. The trees are losing their leaves, but do so in spectacular fashion, all dressed up in beautiful colors before the chill leaves them bare. Their leaves provide a crackly cadence as you walk down the street. I love everything about this season. The possibilities of magic; warm campfires, hayrides, pumpkins, black cats, and witchcraft. It is my favorite time of year.

This week my cup is empty. I have poured so much into everyone else – I need mine to be refilled. I have been the cheerleader, the listener, the sounding board, the friend, the wife, the daughter and the mom. Sometimes, you pour so much into everyone else – you just don’t have the energy to give yourself. That’s how I feel right now. I need to recharge – to not worry for five minutes. I need to have the magic answer to everyone’s problems and release my own worries into the wind. I need to take away everyone else’s stress, but not take it on. I don’t know if any of this makes sense. It’s just when I feel this way, there is little room for creativity, but a lot of room for exhaustion.