Writer's Block

The Dr. is reporting to you live this evening from Shelby North Carolina.  I have been down here the past few days hanging out with Taylor and will be playing for a wedding later on today. I have been thinking all night of anything inspirational or interesting to write about...but I can't.

I have writers block.

If I wrote greeting cards, I would be in major trouble. I wouldn't be able to come up with the catchy phrases or slogans that everyone enjoys reading when they open their birthday/holiday/wedding/thank you/I'm sorry/get well soon/funeral cards.

I can hear the trucks passing by outside as the house creaks and settles. Taylor and his girlfriend are talking about taxes and I just can't seem to get into the Christmas swing of things. I think perhaps a little snow would help.

Tonight I leave you with no parting words of wisdom, nor deep thoughts. Just a request to enjoy the holidays and embrace your time with family and friends. Tis the season for...for....

...stupid writer's block.

May God keep you this and every night.

The only cure for writer's block is insomnia~ Merit Antares

A Familar Place

Tonight as I sit here writing, I find myself in an all too familiar place. We have arrived at the end of the semester, and as I look at the mounting pile of assignments and the diminishing time to do them in, I find myself exactly at the same place where I have been every year about this time.

It's a stressful place, a hectic place, both uncomfortable and irritating; much like an itchy wool sweater that you can't take off. However, like that sweater there is a comfort in it. There is a warmth and security, a sense that I've been here before and made it...and I can do it again.

Boone is growing less and less populated, which I just how I like it. Snow falls every now and then and all the Christmas decorations are up, leaving a lingering sense of joy and lightheartedness in those who see them. Christmas carols are being sung and there are multiple papers and projects to do. Yes...I'm familiar with this place. I never quite get used to it..but I suppose I never will.

So the question becomes, what to do. How do I face this familiar place and make it out once again? The answer is quite simple. Work. I work tirelessly, pouring my heart and soul into every effort no matter how great or small for it is in the times of adversity that one truly displays and molds their character. I like to believe I'm forging mine a bit stronger each time I visit this place...

May God keep you, this and every night..

I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders. ~Jewish Proverb

I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders. ~Jewish Proverb