Everyone has them. Every writer, every doctor, every stay-at-home mom, every young ‘un, every oldster. Everybody.
Some just have more than most.
I, for instance, am thoroughly convinced that there’s a little man in my head whose sole job is to place brightly painted, wooden hurdles in whatever path I choose. (FYI: He wears a striped turtleneck and puffs incessantly on a Brigham pipe… Delusions of grandeur are boring. Try delusions of colorful quirkiness to really get your blood pumping.)
Anyhow, I often tire of leaping the old mental hurdles.
Sometimes I just have to remind myself that I’m not the only one out there face-planting on life’s track every freaking day.
Ok, reminder over. I feel better now. On with your day.