I find myself in a dilemma. Where do I begin? What do I write? JT croons in my ear, “Dance. Don’t hold the wall.”
I want to write. I do. But something keeps me holding the wall. And I’ll be honest, I’m not sure I want to know what it is. Whatever it is, I’m evidently content to let it entrap me because why else would I let it keep me from doing what I *want* to do?
Or perhaps the fear of addressing seems more painful than not writing?