A rerun of Sex and the City has Carrie typing away until she reaches the point where she ponders aloud...
"Why does it always have to be something?"
Ummm...because everything is something. Even when it's nothing, it is something. Right?
That's what I tell myself when I sense that I am about to hit that wall of defeat. That portion of my weekly run where I get lost in thoughts in hopes of finding my place. Of identifying direction and gaining momentum.
Truth be told, lately that pondering prose has led me down more paths of indecision and confusion than moments of clarification and self awareness. In addition, I'm hitting that wall. You know the one. The one that tells a peron to stop running and start living.
I wanna do both.