I’ve hit a point in life where I feel like I’m spinning in circles. I go around and around trying to accomplish something but I end up where I began with no progress.
I know it’s temporary, I’ve stalled, it happens…
What to do; what to do?
So much to do, so little time to do it and yet I sit here spinning my wheels… stuck in the mud.
So here I am, struggling, writing something – anything down because anything is progress.
Book is not stalled, like me I’m spinning my wheels writing, erasing, writing something else – so close to the end I can taste it, but still, I am no closer.
Life is not stalled, I am pushing to move, but I feel like I’m swimming in a lake of molasses; movement is painfully slow and though I struggle, it seems like I’m being pulled back, sucked under.
So here I write; writing something – anything down because anything is progress…