In a Funk

Readers, it's true. I can't count the times I've stared at a blank page, hoping that the words I wanted to say would jump out of my mind and onto the page. That hasn't happened. Instead, I write one sentence, decide I probably shouldn't say that, and delete it. It's so frustrating.

There are so many things going on in my life right now that I could write about. Things I could share that would entertain or interest others. Things that, if written out, might help me understand them more. Unfortunately, it's not happening. And I don't have a solid reason as to why.

So today, I leave you with this....