Cloudy

It’s ironic how my favorite weather is my least favorite state of mind. I like to hail myself as quite the creative, but this boast comes with a cost: the cloudy brain. Flooded with ideas upon ideas, they can get muddled and result in murkiness. Days when I am inspired to sit down and write can become cloudy. I try to focus in on an idea much like focusing in on the shape of a cloud, but find the cloud moving on. The shape keeps changing making it impossible to pin down much like the ideas I’m trying to write. The end result is me shutting my laptop out of frustration and angrily pacing about the apartment. I found myself most recently on lap three of this.

Cloudy brain is a next level writer’s block and one where the cure is annoyingly out of reach. More often, the cure can only be found when you are not looking for it like some cryptic puzzle in a mystery novel. This is in part why I take my laps pondering all manners of thoughts. Much like my mind, my laps wonder resulting in my tidying up something or re-organizing the plants for the hundredth time. It seems though that as soon as I let go the idea of being productive in writing, an idea comes into focus long enough for me to pin it down either in a notebook or word document. I know that this is a similar problem with many artists out there so thank you for giving my anguish comfort in not being alone. For those of you who are in a similar boat as me, enjoy those laps. Those sporadic cleaning sprees or venture through the near by wildness/suburb. Sometimes that ray of sunshine is close at hand, only needing you to not focus on the cloudy skies.