The Power of Presence
Who are you? Why are you …? Ahhh, I don’t even know what to say. I’m sitting here behind my screen feeling blocked, unable to write the words I desire, so stuck in my head.
Why can’t I do this? Is it because I forgot to eat breakfast? Maybe it’s my sore back?
Most likely, it’s the guilt from the unrest I directed at my wife 10 minutes ago that was entirely a product of my stress and nothing to do with her.