As it is so often with me, I have the itch to write, but I turn on the computer and stare at an empty page. Well, for a moment or two anyway. Usually I am writing about something that is really troubling me. My inner calmness is throwing me off. It’s not as if the state of affairs are all that well. Quite the opposite. And I don’t deny there existence.
All too often I bare the whole weight of my concerns. Feeling the hopelessness and pressure and inability to solve it. I think I am learning a lesson here. From a distance there is a clearer picture, not as burdensome, and maybe easier to find solutions.