Today I wanted to talk about something that's been plaguing me for a while. Maybe the last couple of months.
But not in the way you would think. The inspiration is there. The ideas are there. The words are there. I just can't seem to get them out.
Last Friday I touched on the subject of how cluttered spaces can create a cluttered mind. Well, that's how my mind has been feeling lately. Cluttered.
There is a serious game of table tennis going on in a windowless room with no doors in the confined spaces of my brain. These words go back and forth, each one ricocheting off the other, colliding with the next new onslaught of "ah-hah's" and "I should do that!".
And there they bounce, with no where to go, not even a small sliver of light in the darkness to provide any release. I sit down each night, and face my screen... overwhelmed, excited, nervous.... and then...
My fingers freeze. The room shuts down. Sentences which made perfect sense three hours before now exist in fragments, each one blending into the next, until it's all a blur.
I know what's causing it. I'm stressed beyond words right now. Too stressed to believe in those very words that keep me going, help me make sense of the daily craziness, of things outside of my control... the ones that normally keep the stress at bay.
Maybe I put too much pressure on them. Maybe I'm not putting enough...
Okay, I'm going to leave you there, because this post is already long enough as it is, and I know there are many more to go through... but pop back here on Friday when we'll explore various ways I've found helpful for dealing with this.
Thanks for listening--er--reading guys, and thank you to Alex, for being the driving force behind this wonderful idea!
Please do share, have you ever experienced this? Have you found yourself stuck lately?