Crawling out of the muck.
That's where I'm at.
It's all I can do to write something.
Create something.
Anything.
I'm sick of being stuck.
Want to let go.
Too many expectations for myself.
All or nothing. Black or White.
Both hurt.
Stepping into choice.
Choosing to write whatever comes to mind.
Not perfect or pretty.
Don't care if it's tied up with a pretty bow.
It is what it is.
That's where I'm at.