today

my mind is blank. like a slate. but it is refusing to let me write on it.
i feel like i have things to say, but don't know what to type.
there is something blocking my emotions.
i feel a little empty.
but completely full and overflowing.
it doesn't make sense.
here goes:
i'm sitting here feeling alone. bored.
yet i am overwhelmed and frozen by the number of tasks i have yet to begin.
i feel empty. flat.
but filled with appreciation for my work.
i am complete each time i get a child to learn. to laugh. to enjoy life.

figure that one out.