May 21, 2008
Iím off track again. Iím not writing consistently. The mornings are consumed with knitting, an active therapy, rather than with writing and trying to clear my head, form complete and useful thoughts, and I canít figure out why. No, not thatís not true Ė the thoughts are there, but circumstances prevent taking any real action, moving forward, or even shifting. Iím tired of trying to figure out a way around any of this, either my perspective is completely stuck, or there really nothing to do but wait it out. Writing and thinking about it further isnít helping, only making it worse.