There is always a road block when I begin to write. Feeling the pressure within. But it is stuck. Sort of like my social life. I wonder if they are connected. In an odd kind of way it makes sense. To write right is to convey ones thought to others.
I am struggling to be sociable. A conversationalist I am not. It’s not improving with age. In fact I am getting to be more introvert. I need to start getting out. Just the past few days going here and there has been liberating for me.