Writing for Clarity
I stopped writing for awhile. It was just too hard. There was a block between the pen and the brain. My fingers couldn't put together what I was feeling. And thoughts kept on racing by. What was strange was it wasn't a lack of energy that kept me back. If anything it was too much. Which is probably strange to more than a few people. There are times when my brain races. Ideas are a dime a dozen. They just keep coming. Normally I'd take the time to filter. Wait a second. But not at times like this. Every thought seems important. Worthy. I have to catch them all. Chasing until the point of decision paralysis. Every idea needs equal time I can't give. So then the crash happens. And every idea looks like trash. Pure refuse. What's the point? Other than doubt. I can't write in that pendulum swing. Not anything worthwhile. I set a goal this year to write everyday. Develop the mental musculature, the discipline to push through moments. To increase productivity....