I've been trying to write the thought in my head for two weeks. It's a square thought I'm pushing through a round hole. This thought simply will not budge. It's so frustrating! I guess that's real writer's block. I just never thought of it that way. A metaphorical square cube of thought, trapped inside my head unable to move.
The thought that comes to mind now is: It's our own expectations that are the hardest to meet.
Man, I wonder when my writing will return to normal cognitive thought.
This weekend I went to the after-party of my High School reunion. 10 years passes like a river, barely perceptible but moving with unbelievable force. The thing I learned is this: there are no right choices. The experience reaffirmed for me that no matter what you choose, or what your answer is, you're going to be at the same place anyways.
Now, I can't exactly articulate what that means; it's kind of like looking down a tunnel. Who knows what's there at the end?
And here I stand, erasing all the honest sentences because they lead places I'd rather not bring you.
Time to hang up the keyboard. Square thoughts.
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