Years ago I was a prolific writer.  I was always writing something.  The words would just flow from my pen as if divinely inspired (and perhaps they were).  These days the words all but have dried up.  There will be weeks, even months that go by that I do not write anything.  It isn't that the need isn't there...in fact, I would probably be much more effective in my relationships with others, if I did.  But, there is a block somewhere--fear of judgement, from self and others.  Emotions buried deep inside.

Most of today, I've felt like screaming (not literally), thoughts racing--about what I couldn't even tell you.  Running--on overload.  I am struggling with opposite action (going against the urge, so to decrease the emotion), but the day's obligations, kept me home.  So, I busied myself.  And now, I'm writing.  I have few "followers" (whether they even read this, I don't know), but that's not the point of the exercise.

I tend to have the urge to write on Sundays, after church-->which leads me back to the notion that it may be divinely inspired.  If you look at the majority of my posts--they occur on Sundays.

Monster headache all day too, which has added to my current state of affairs.  Bed now.  Perhaps more tomorrow.