Half full? half empty? half finished?

Somedays I feel like I am staring at a blank piece of paper and nothing will fill it.

Other days I am overflowing with things to say but I can't get online to type them out here to say them. They fill my head, overflow into my thoughts and disrupt everything that means anything. I've been quite gifted when I didn't get the chance to show it!

Today the slate is blank and I don't even have the energy to find some colors for it.
If I could, if I had the energy and time, I'd find a paintbrush and just start blobbing. Usually when that happens, it turns into some sort of wonderful masterpiece that you never fathomed you had inside you. But not today. No paintbrushes for me.

I have to be up and ready to take on the world, out the door by 4:25 am.
I never thought I'd say this but I actually like it when I can go to work that early!! Most days, by the time I actually wake up (9 or 10am) my workday is nearly finished it's almost time to go home!

Now if I could pick, if it were MY choice, I wouldn't even have to get up and go anywhere at all. Work would consist of trudging to the kitchen in my worn out pj's for my hot cup of coffee, and then plopping down here on the keyboard and plunking away for a few hours, coming up with something so incredibly brilliant that the entire world would be waiting impatiently for me to hit the "send" key so they could read my amazing spiel.

I don't know if I'll ever get that good, but I damn well am going to try!