This big milestone is approaching…
I feel like I should be
filled with inspiration to write,
but I’m not.
I’m staying on top of tasks
not letting a single thing slip by,
in terms of graduate school that is,
I guess.
But the small everyday needs
that help release
anxiety and stress
seem to be falling by the wayside.
I guess I don’t really have any need for it.
I listen to my mind…
and it does not appear to be screaming.
No alarm bells of inspiration
urging me to write.
Huh. Weird…
Maybe, I’m just experiencing
mental hypothermia.
Slowly freezing to death
without realizing it
because I’m still so wrapped up
in the excitement of starting graduate school.
Then I’ll realize
my mind has really been on fire
the whole time.