Here is some inspiration that I read this morning.
"All things consist of carrying to term and then giving birth. To allow the completion of every impression, every germ of feeling deep within, in darkness, beyond words, in the realm of instinct unattainable by logic, to await humbly and patiently the hour of descent of a new clarity: that alone is to live one's art, in the realm of understanding as in that of creativity.
In this there is no measuring with time. A year doesn't matter; ten years are nothing. To be an artist means not to compute or count; it means to ripen as the tree, which does not force its sap, but stands unshaken in the storms of spring with no fear that summer might not follow. It will come regardless. But, it comes only to those who live as though eternity stretches before them, carefree, silent and endless. I learn it daily, learn it with many pains for which I am grateful: Patience is all!"
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Letters to a Young Poet
taken from The Third Letter