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Pure Magic..

I need to write…

…but lately I’ve been having a hard time finding the words.

So what better way to deal with it, then by doing it.

That’s the rub, right?

 

The thing that drives and inspires us…

…can also be a huge source of frustration when things aren’t flowing.

It’s rut inducing…

…and for me, the inner critic comes out at every turn…

…mocking (what appears to me as) my inability to create.

 

These days can (and do) multiply quickly.

Endlessly at times.

Piling atop of one another, creating a stifling weight.

…and it’s heavy.

Truly.

 

Ironically, these are the some of the best moments.

They make me appreciative of the flipside…

…and when that moment comes…and it will although it feels like it may never…

…when the dam breaks

…when the clouds dissipate

…when a breath of fresh air finds its way to the tip of your nose

…when things dry out and conditions become ideal for a spark

That moment.

That seemingly needle in the haystack…

…so elusive, yet so close at hand

…finds its way to you.

It’s magical.


Pure magic.