My muse must be sick with the flu.

I'd like to start off by saying that this semester is ridiculous. My schedule is way too packed and I am so stressed with the workload I have and all of the commitments I need to follow through with. I find myself sitting in classes that I should be interested in, but instead of focusing, I feel like I'm spacing out considering how I'm going to get everything done. When it comes time to read poetry or write in this class, two things that I love to do, I find myself angry at the words that are there and the words that aren't there. I'm mad that they aren't flowing out of me. I'm mad about how they sound. I'm mad that I love expressing myself creatively through these means, but on the front burner of my mind's stovetop, I'm freaking out about how I'm going to make it through this semester having done my best. What I'm learning now is how to push through that resentment. It's like a jar of pickles that I can't open. I have to push and push and push and push... and sometimes the top will pop off. Other times I need to accept the fact that I loosened the lead just a little bit, and if I give myself another try, I will pop that lid off the rest of the way.

For those of you who are feeling frustrated like I am:

Hang in there. Your pickle jar will pop open soon enough.

-Becca Wemesfelder