(That, you see, children, [she says, pointing up at the post title] is a reference to the 1997 hit song "Brick House" by the Commodores! It popped into my head and I thought it was amusing to myself if no one else, the end!)
I really am trying, and have been for a while, to talk about the THING, the change, the old normal that never has given me back a normal or whatever. I have half posts started in my head quite often... most regularly at night as I lie in bed and tell myself "I'll remember this in the morning but right now I just want to sleep" and then... no.. it's not remembered. But I also have been sitting down to write lately and I realized today that it's not so much like writer's block... it's more like hitting a writer's brick wall (cue title song... she's a briiiickkk....... HOUSE. ahem)
I'm just feeling really like it's a bigger difficulty to actually start than I realized. Or expected.
I suppose I'm still protecting myself and maybe that block is what's making it feel like if I say things out loud the sky will indeed fall Chicken Little...
I'm no Kool-Aid man... I haven't managed to OOOOH YEAH my way through that wall quite yet but I'm trying. Because sometimes I feel like maybe if I "talk", it might help.
(And maybe not just me)