Hello one and all.
Happy Hump Day!
Guys, I'm sure those who know me, know me as the person that pushes on--moves forward, no matter what. And while I am still that person, I'm also just human.
This morning I woke up with a head full of thoughts. All kinds of things running through my mind, actually. However the most predominant of them was the question, "Does Y. Correa have any more stories to tell, or is she done?"
Truth is, I don't know.
Maybe I'm overworked or overly stressed with life; my family is no piece of apple pie, trust me. Plus when one doesn't see the fruits of ones labor it makes it that much harder.
All that being said, I really, truly feel like at the moment--as it stands right now--Y. Correa doesn't have another story to tell. Things change. That much I know. Inspiration strikes. I know that too. And, who knows, maybe in years to come my muse might sneak up behind me and kick me in the head with an idea. But right now, the mind of Y. Correa is silent.
Now that I think about it, it's both sad and calming. I'm not sure how those two emotions can go together, but oh well, that's how I feel at this interim in my life.
I'm wiping away a tear of sadness due to the silence in my mind, as well as one of relief, as I can finally openly say (without guilt) that for now I have no more stories to tell.
You never know when a spark of genius will hit and another marvelous story might emerge.
With all my love,