I thought I had the words. Thought I had the stamina. But my energy is low. My mind is blank. Yet, it is racing. Thoughts are flowing. But the thoughts might as well have wings. My eyes are drooping. My fingers are not nimble. Yet, I really had wanted to put some thoughts to paper. Well, the virtual paper. Maybe that is the problem. Maybe I should be picking up a pen and paper and writing down words that may string together a sentence or two. Words. Words. Words. I’m exhausted. The world is tiring and redundant. We hear too many versions of the curent big stories. My creative energy is zapped. I feel like a swatted mosquito. Either way, I thought I had it in me to jot down my distractions to entice myself to actually move. It’s time for me to motivate. I have to cultivate it inside of me.