So I’m writing. Here I am at last. Words on a page, waiting for something….always waiting. But at least I’m doing something. I’m breaking through my own paralysis, attempting to put momentum back into force, forward movement, connection, dots, dots connecting. So what’s going on in this head of mine, in this body of mine? Where am I stuck, why am I stuck? Can I unstuck? How does one unstuck? Only Dr. Seuss knows. Some part of me perhaps does not want to unstuck and other parts want nothing more, I am duality. I am growing and it feels a bit icky.