Down the Rabbit Hole

Viseral Tuggings

Its been a typical Monday, a day of tedious catchup/busy work puncuated by little flurries of chaos. I've worked through most of the day with a sick feeling gnawing at my insides and at 4pm, I'm dragging my feet about going home. I'm not sure where my head or my heart is at these days. I have to do some soul-searching soon...find out what's really getting under my skin these last few weeks. I'm struggling, and I know it. Attempts to express myself or my concerns have gone impossibly wrong. The after affects of communication gone sour reap new bounty for my doubts. I've not had a laptop for about a week and somehow this makes it easier to quell the desire to write at night, which is exactly what I should be forcing myself to do. Restricting my creative impulses or my journal notations to the hours of my working day is not really productive.