I can’t shake this creative block and it’s probably because I’ve convinced myself that the remedy requires a sojourn overseas. I feel trapped like a fly caught in a spider’s icky web, struggling to break free from the impending doom and ghastly fangs that hover close by.
I yearn to break free of this trap that has me so firmly in it’s hold but alas I don’t know what to do. Nothing inspires, yet everything holds inspiration. I’m failing to see the blessings around me as I hold fast to an idea of nirvana that is just out of reach.
I feel like I can break free sometimes but something distracts my concentration and that web tightens it’s hold on me; sometimes I can see the closing curtain but most times this circus refuses to come to an end. And I do want it to end, I want to move on and just live my life, put all these incredible ideas into action and watch those little seedlings planted blossom stupendously. But, how?