blocked
i am reminded of my very last silent retreat in college. there was a time when my mind was so preoccupied with so many things that i couldn't focus on anything. i was so frustrated. my retreat director advised me to wallow in my frustration. he said, sit in the chapel and just repeat it over and over again.
frustration. frustration. frustration. frustration.
and so here i go again.
frustration. frustration. frustration.
and i'm adding a exhaustion and a little depression to the mix while i'm at it.
i have a pending essay to write that should have been written over the weekend. but on principle, i hate being rushed for other people's convenience so my unconscious is refusing to let me get it done!
i have writer's block! but apparently not for this blog entry... nor for the resignation letter that took me less than ten minutes to type and print earlier today.
frustration. frustration. frustration.
frustration. frustration. frustration. frustration.
and so here i go again.
frustration. frustration. frustration.
and i'm adding a exhaustion and a little depression to the mix while i'm at it.
i have a pending essay to write that should have been written over the weekend. but on principle, i hate being rushed for other people's convenience so my unconscious is refusing to let me get it done!
i have writer's block! but apparently not for this blog entry... nor for the resignation letter that took me less than ten minutes to type and print earlier today.
frustration. frustration. frustration.