Keep moving forward
It's been ages since I've written up a blog. And truthfully, it's not for a lack of trying - it's embarrassing how many half-hearted, lousy entries I have drafted and stored away, never to be seen by anyone but me. (Well, me AND the NSA.) I keep stumbling upon topics that make me unbelievably passionate, topics that have me stewing for the entire day as I mull over ways to say what I want to say. As soon as I get to the keyboard, though, I blank. ...Actually, it isn't blanking. It's almost as if my brain is shutting down before I allow myself to spill out all of the pent up frustration and emotion that I've been twisting and twirling endlessly in my head. A cross between mental fatigue and a safeguard. For example, the whole story regarding the gorilla and the three year old threw me into this downward spiral of reading way. too. damn. much. I read articles about what happened, and then the comments on those articles (which, might I add, i...