I have been struggling to write for awhile. Not that I don't have things to say or share. too many. I have started many postings, save to complete later, never finding the place where I am comfortable.
Sometimes the subject I want to address is too deeply personal, revealing, honest with myself. (As if some of the thoughts I write weren't showing flaws or strengths that I am certainly blind of.) Other times something comes up that throws my line of thinking off.
This post is no different
I just received a phone call, a day with family is on the menu. My day is not going to be spent walking in circles around the park typing with one hand; my pace dictated by Nice (the dog). I have another excuse to hold those bricks which I carry.. The blocks that hold me.
Someday I will find the space to lay them down.