The art of the mind is a strange and always changing thing. Today it feels like a a thousand fragments of crystal spilling light in all directions, yesterday it felt like a laser beam. What has changed?A shift of thinking from my frontal lobe to deep inside the middle of my head has been transformative over the last few days, but today i feel unable to pull the various streams of light together into a whole. I'm tired, and feeling that rising sense of panic i so often struggle with: understandably so, i'm really pushing the extended deadlines now.
Perhaps there is no reason, it's just how i am today. A very inconvenient thought.
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