I'm supposed to be writing.
I'm not sure what I've been doing, but I was supposed to have something done by now. A book, a Bible study, a brochure, even a handful of blog posts. But I've done nothing.
Even as I write this, I feel something holding me back, something crowding my thoughts and stealing my words. It's hard to get out even a few sentences. But I have to fight through this. I have to put aside the junk that fills my time and attention. I need to focus, to surrender, to move on.
Because I'm supposed to be writing.
