There's a battle going on. Between what's going on inside my head and what's going on outside. There are two forces within me. The thinking power of my head and the feeling power of my heart. And they don't always get on. My head says it is all that is needed, that I can stay cut off up here in what it perceives to be the master control room. But staying there doesn't do me any good in the long term. It's a useful place full of tools that can help me work things out, but it's not all there is.
I have to bring myself down to the level of pulling a pen across a page, or pushing the keys of my keyboard, turning the stuff that's inside into stuff that's outside, for you... for me.... Keep making marks on the page, on the screen.
It's Sunday, can you tell?
