Most of the time I can effectively communicate what's swirling around in my head. Whether that be what the Lord is teaching me, what I'm excited about, or what's up to bat, I have a pretty good grasp on what's inside my head.
Not so much right now. The left and right sides of my brain have declared war on one another. Order and formulas vs. art and creativity.
Both sides are fighting for complete power, and it has turned me into a mush. I'm a big mush, tush, push, sush.
When did that happen? Probably when my job turned more task-driven than creative. Or maybe that's not it at all. I've always had times when the words didn't want to land on the page. They wanted to land in the trash bin and recycle box.
Oh how I hope they perfect their aim soon.
P.S. -- Nice times were had at home.
Nice, bice, tice times :)
oh boy.
If you read any good news stories, send them my way. I could use the inspiration. :)
1 comment:
i l.o.v.e. the colors in that picture and the shadow box over the piano! and you, of course.
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