Writer's Block

So I hate writing blocks.

I think there needs to be random writings and thoughts.
May not fix everything but it does something.
And something is needed and wonderful.

It's a bit of a silly thing...it's composed of fear, doubt, insincerity, introspection...and on, on, on and going.

It's so strange how I can wake up and feel so lost, things are floating up and away...when nothing has occurred to change things.

However, this isn't the depression and anxiety doubling up on me.
The happiness is still there.
It just feels frustrating because my health is going up and down still.

There is never a sensation of "having made it" and waiting for that is a bit silly.
Every day of our lives is a chance for living, life and new experiences.

I'm not sure about so many of the other details...but there is more than an ample opportunity for happiness, for living and creating something new.

And I can smile.
That is wonderful all and of itself.
Money may be dwindling and the new job not taking off like I had hoped it would, but it's not the end of the world.

I can choose.
No matter the outcome, there is choice.
I will continue to choose.
Continue to smile.
It's beautiful.
Even with the pain.