Sometimes I feel bound up inside as if there were no escape from my own self defined ideas. Things like beauty and creativity find themselves cloaked or stifled and I struggle to bring forth what I’m trying to say, do or represent. I move about and wrestle trying to free that thing that will change it all, that will finally release me from what’s holding me. I feel inept, unable to execute my ideas or my desires. I guess we never really know what is hidden or what we hide from ourselves, the parts of our selves that sabotage. I can feel their effects, but struggle today to get my bearings and push through to the other side.