Fighting the Good Fight, or Warriorgirl vs Writer's Block

I am running head long into the resistance.

Yes. Someone (I don't know who) has set up a guerilla movement in my head that is keeping me from my computer, from my writing, from my novel, from my most important goals. These are the warriors, they are fierce:

I am exhausted.

I am searching the web for various veryimportant answers.

I just have to answer this email.

I have no idea what to write anyway so I might as well not try.

I hear the kids stirring upstairs.

I am not centered so I have to center myself before I start anything because I am just so full of scattered, nervous energy.

I don't feel well.

I have to change my shirt one more time because this one just isn't comfortable.

I have very little time left before I have to go to work, so I probably won't be able to.

I have to make dinner while the kids nap, even though S is the one who will be home with the kids and he's in charge of dinner tonight.

I have to write in my journal.

I have to sort all my questions out in my head.

I have to write on my blog.

Yes, I am smack dab in the middle of resistance fighters and I am losing the battle. We all fight these battles when facing important things. We all face these battles when confronted with the blank page. Sometimes, I wonder if the blank page is really a representation of all our hopes and dreams and fears and desires for our selves. To face what we really want/fear in our lives is so scary, so jarring to the nice status quo of living, that our psyche sets up traps to to make us fail.

The best way to deal with those traps? Talk back to them. "I hear you. I see you. I get what you're saying, now go away because you're not helping, and I have stuff to do."

The guerilla warriors getting in my way are me, without a doubt. I am my own worst enemy, trite but true. If I wanted to let my enemy side win, I would say something along the lines of "I suck!" and then give in to the stress and fear and exhaustion...

But it's not that hard to win this battle. I simply have to say, "I hear you, but you're not helping. I have to go write now," and then live up to my word.

Yikes. Here I go. Off to write. Wish me luck.