This blank page has been taunting me. Teasing me with its blankness. If it was a person, it would be doing that thumb on the nose, fingers waving thing that basically means nah na na na naah. It’s sitting in front of me with the cursor flicking mocking me. So, it says, don’t have much to write about lately, do you? Where’d the fire go? Where did the passion end up?

Well Mr Cursor. You pain in my butt.

My passion and fire haven’t gone anywhere, thank you very much.

They are, like, in hiding or something..? The honest truth is that I all I feel like doing is whinging. All I want to do is sook and complain. It would be fun if I had anything more than nothing to complain about. But, it’s not. I went out to coffee with a friend the other day and I could hear it pouring out of me. The blah’ness of it all. It tumbled out and as soon as I was done I apologised for dumping it. She was cool about it but I wasn’t.

Who I am is joy and contribution. I am not the one who sucks the life and the air out of the room. I’m not the one who does this. Blaaaaaaah. This post is annoying me now more than the cursor flashing the accusations at me. Do you ever have those days when you want to kick yourself in the butt. Tell yourself to get a good nights sleep {argh, if ONLY} and to get over it? Tell me you do and it’s not only me who get caught in this rut sometimes. Reassure me PLEASE.

Fingers crossed this ends soon.

Tell me a joke!?