Stuck. My mind mired while my body yearns to move but waits on a mired mind to help it cross the street. Motivation is but a soft, brief breeze as tangible as yesterday. This has been a problem for two weeks, and the work keeps piling, stacking higher and higher. A friend suggested ADHD meds. What? Really. I wonder…. I often think that a kick-ass paralegal, assistant, or partner would do the trick far better. Someone to share the load. Advice: never take for granted another’s willingness to share your load. More advice: do not believe that you can play Atlas forever. Goal: be open to sharing the load.

Meanwhile, the next interview will be up this week, but I can’t say what day. Photos and stuff, too. Also, Lawgirl may be the one to provide at least a modicum of motivation, as I desire to partake in the legal discourse of her recent posts. Until then, I need to define more clearly the stacks on my desk, so I leave you with this, a work in progress which began as an ode to desire for one unknown:

She unfurls clouds from distant skies
and sends me reeling
across the thin wire
and I yearn
she can fight
and she can love out loud
she spits fire
and I want
to burn