I'm currently experiencing the traditional stagnation of all energy that comes with November; try to stay content even without the desired amount of progress or inspiration. It's only six weeks until the winter solstice. And I guess all you can do at this point is to keep moving.
Keep moving. Even if it's the slowest movement you've ever done. I've found a new type of favourite tea, try to stay warm at all costs, and listen to Benjamin Clementine at my desk in my bed on the bus in the living room. My days are planned ahead and kind of mindlessly followed just to keep routines and a strong foundation. Keep moving. Even if it's just swaying along to Benjamin Clementine.