playing. the fiddle.

It's been a while since I wrote! I think I'm in a "blank" phase of life. Like "writer's block" just with a "blank" instead of a "block." I'm trying to convince myself that I'm just soaking up inspiration from all around me, but it's going straight inside and not coming out. I wonder if it's getting lost inside of me somewhere...with all of this, shouldn't it be coming out? I guess there is a season for gaining and learning. Hopefully it's making me ready for the next thing. Not sure I'm preparing to the best of my ability. Most of the time I feel tired. Too tired to play. Only enough energy to work. But I have enough energy for other things. It's unpredictable because eventually I won't want to work and just play. Hmmm...now that I wrote that, I wonder...don't think it's true. When was the last time I just wanted to play?