I'm beyond frustrated lately. My mind works 23 1/2 hours a day, running full speed ahead. Random thoughts churn about, sometimes forming coherent ideas, other times bouncing from side to side making little sense at all. The 45 minute commute to/from work has been good thinking time for me. The day unfolds before me as I plan, dream, or unwind. I often "write" stories in my head. Opening sentences form and blog titles create themselves in my mind's eye. Disjointed thoughts and ideas start to weave into profound statements.
Then I get home.
Hours later, I sit in front of the computer as peace settles into my home...and I have nothing.
I'm blank. No profound explanations, no stories of grandeur. I can't even remember general concepts about what made perfect sense to me just hours before. My brain is fried. My energy is sapped. And just as I finally have a moment to express myself, to do what fills me up and makes me feel good, I've realized it's all been given away. My rationing is weak and I have nothing left at this hour.
And so I shall call it a day.
Goodnight dear friends.
Until tomorrow brings fresh ideas and clear thinking...