I’ve had so many ideas lately I can’t decide what to write about. Hence, the problem I’m having in writing is, well, writing. Where do I start? At the beginning, of course. But this post has no beginning, middle or end yet, resulting in a creative bottleneck from an excess of ideas caught in a thought impediment. This is not writer’s block. No, this is a thought stuck in traffic on a congested neuron thoroughfare, idling amid asphyxiating mental exhaust fumes, which leads to a crisis of mind.

And that just about concludes where my life is at right now. Amid juggling college applications, senior year, and a weekend job, everything just seems to fly right by. Day by day, the challenges that pop up get tackled, and the next day brings about new ones. This approach to dealing with life has left me feeling empty, as though I am missing a crucial part of me. And I am only as much as my creative side.

Any inkling of creativity that I might get hit with gets sent immediately to Facebook to become a status or to Twitter to become a tweet. My main problem is that I have all of these ideas floating around inside the enigma that is my brain, but I just can’t seem to get them all onto paper. In fact, if you haven’t already noticed, this whole thing so far has just been me rambling with no actual point.

It is critical to take the time and appreciate creativity when it hits you because as you get older, your creative mind slowly dissipates as your more “rational” and “matured” brain starts controlling your brain. I have made the mistake of not appreciating my thoughts enough, and each time I tell myself that I am not going to keep doing that.

I never realized how lucky I was to have a brain that functioned in being able to take thoughts and make sense out of it. As we’re drilled with facts and formulas to memorize, we high-schoolers begin to lose focus on what allowed us to enjoy life; ignorance is bliss. I guess six years at SPA will drain that from you. I can only imagine how it feels for the lifers.