I get blocked.
Mentally blocked, a lot.
The inner workings get congested with a lot of rubbish.
Some of it becomes useful rubbish, while most becomes redundant.
Figuring out the wood from the trees is often difficult.
And it’s normally the breakthrough moment which proves the most anti-climatic.
Today it came.
I’m thinking clearly, and I have no idea what the feeling was like before.
Strange, but life.