I cannot seem to finish a decent post.
I’ve tried outlining before I begin to write.
I’ve tried using word maps.
I’ve tried just furiously typing whatever pops into my head, as I hunch over the laptop in a frenzied state of frustration. (I’m saving those keyboard rants as drafts… but I can say with 75% certainty that there is little hope of me ever revisiting them in the future.)
Nothing is working.
I wish I were more like my dear friend, Ashley. She writes the fantastic Mental Health @ Home blog that I adore, and never seems to be at a loss for words.
I, on the other hand, can’t even seem to get going with prompts.
I am still reading that damnable book for an hour each day. I’m taking care of the ice cube trays in the freezer each morning. Today, I even managed a shower upon awakening (well, relative to waking).
I am desperately clinging to the wise words of my husband, “You can only do what you can do, and that’s okay… no matter how much or how little that happens to be. It’s not good, nor bad. It just is.”
Okay, seriously. My brain has stalled and I’m publishing non-sense. Hop over to Ashley’s site. (Again, that’s Mental Health @ Home.) She’s a phenomenal writer. Whereas today, I just is.