Blank

I sit in front of the computer looking at the blog entry page. No words. Nothing comes to the forefront to fill the blank page.

Sounds like writer's block, doesn't it? But it isn't really. You see, words aren't my first language. Not a good thing for someone who wants to write...or speak, for that matter.

It doesn't help that I am still in the Dark Night of the Soul. Some days I actually have headlights so I can see a little ways into the distance. Some days we are talking air raid blackout.

And then there's the brain fog. I grew up in a small Oregon coastal town. Frequently, fog blanketed the area. Finding my way home happened by inches. I could see inches ahead and kept trusting that the next twelve inches hadn't changed since the last time I traveled them and I could still recognize them when I came upon them.

That's how brain fog is, too. I can't see far enough ahead to form a whole paragraph, yet usually I recognize the next word when I come upon it.

I keep wanting to post more regularly. When words and ideas aren't flowing, the process stalls out. So in the meantime, I just keep showing up.

Suit up. Show up. Sit on the bench or play your best game. Some days the two are the same.

Wanda