The need to write

Yesterday evening I had that urge to write.  It doesn't happen very often, but it hit last night.  So in lieu of the old school journal, I opened blogger and a new post page.  And just sat there.... staring at the blank screen.  Sure I wanted to write, but I had NO idea what I wanted to say.  So I closed the page and figured something would come to me.

Then I went to bed early, well, attempted to at least.  Instead, I laid in bed just staring at the ceiling.  Eventually I was mentally composing a blog so I pulled out my phone and open the notes app (this would be the time I wish I had an ipad).  I started typing, about nothing... and in the end I just deleted it.  That was the second night in a week that I composed part of a blog post in the notes app (the other one is coming later.... I didn't delete that one).

I guess I just feel frustrated with life right now.  I'm angry about the house situation (yeah, don't think I don't notice how infrequently I am able to update the blog about it)... In fact, I started a blog post titled "house update" two weeks ago and haven't had anything worth putting in it.  The last time I updated.... MAY.  Seriously.

There are some other things that are going on right now that I can't really blog about.. yet.  I will, don't worry, but it's not yet.  And these things are adding to my general life frustration.  I'm doing my best to keep perspective, but as you know, sometimes that can be difficult.  Because sometimes all you want to do is feel sorry for yourself for a little bit....