The time is just whooshing by and I find myself more often than not staring at my hands, at the environment surrounding me and feeling paralyzed.
This blog, my projects, everything has been put on the back burner as we got things in order for me to get my own car (aw heck yeah), and for the Mister to go on his trip (for which he leaves early tomorrow morning). I can kind of breathe a sigh of relief, at least, I will, once he returns home safely this Monday.
I’ve just been knocked for a loop here. In a funk with my writing, with the goals I have and didn’t write down. I find myself feeling like a kid who has forgotten some integral homework assignment and can’t remember what it was.
The only answer I can find is to write. And then write some more.
Then maybe it’ll all come back to me.