Sometimes my brain feels like it’s uncomfortably full.
Full of things I must remember to do.
Full of tasks I need to complete at work: emails to reply to, reports to write, things to research.
Full of vague ideas for blog posts or my novel.
Full of noise.
Yet when I sit down in front of the computer and wonder where to begin, the items on my list recede, just enough that I can’t clutch them and make them real.
Time spent at my desk is wasted, as I waver and my brain flits between tasks, unable to focus.
I sit in front of a blank page and my mind is just as empty.
How can there be so much and yet so little?
Perhaps I should blame the internet, or my smartphone. I probably have an addiction; a need for the instant gratification that comes with checking messages and likes and stats, always waiting for the next dopamine hit, the next validation.
Maybe I’ve pushed my poor brain too hard for too long, forced it to write and create and run on empty.
Maybe I’m just bored, or kidding myself about my ability to procrastinate.
Maybe we all feel this way and long for the quiet of an idea expelled onto the page. Another task ticked off the to do list.