This was a struggle.
You know , like what you are imagining isn't working.
But then it goes beyond that, especially if you work in a way that is intended to express what you are thinking, not what you thought or you want someone to think.
The struggle here, as it became apparent , was everything. Everything that is me. Or now actually, was me.
I struggled with this one when it suddenly dawned on me that. That's the Point.
So I kept going until the moments held together.
And I named it
The Struggle to Be_______.
Probably for me, Visible might be what I fill in the blank with, but we each have our own struggles, right?
And I didn't really get anywhere. But it's ok. I like looking at what happened. The form it took.
I wanted to talk here but I didn't find enough quiet time and now I forgot what I was thinking. It was a confusing day.
