Blocked

Pushing. Crashing. Colliding. Rolling. Pushing. Crashing. Moving. Sometimes it feels like there is a gigantic dump truck rolling around in my head, full of great ideas. Well, sometimes it's filled with garbage, but mostly it's filled with great ideas. However, they're all so jumbled together that I can't pick out the great ones from the garbage ones. There is also the fact that the truck keeps ramming into my skull, trying to get out, but never really succeeding. In essence, those great ideas keep ramming into the side of my brain but can never be brought to life because they never really reach their full potential. I just hope one day my skull will crack and the ideas will come pouring forth, abundant and blessed. We shall see.