Delineate

Things are getting personal; so personal that I can't seem to distinguish myself from my experiences. Today I was talking to my mentor and she asked if I'd been able to write about any of it and I said no. Distance is needed in order to see with perspective; without that space the description is just a jumble of words. Blurbs without thought or direction. It's a magic eye drawing in a way ("It's a Schooner!" "THE EASTER BUNNY'S NOT REAL!" name the movie!*). And I struggle with being personal and being standoff-ish (Story of my life). As this is my journal, my tiny slice of Internet real estate, I should be able to say what I want; however I must delineate my inner conversations with those proper for outside consumption. Write for the masses but relate to me. I forget people might actually read this. Weird.
In conclusion, the personal is overshadowing the insightful, the standoff is defeating the stand up, verbosity is winning the war against brevity. I'm sorry if I seem in a rut; I am.
"If life serves you lemons...say "$#@! those lemons!" and throw the lemons back in life's face! That way, life will be too afraid to mess with you anymore." I love you, Erin Hatcher.

*Movie was "Mallrats" by the way.