I’ve been trying to find a way to describe how I’ve been feeling mentally this week – spluttery, mumbling, muttering, umming and ahhing.. unable to catch any single idea and spin it into a coherent train of thought, always being distracted by necessary but unexciting activities such as making dinner or getting ready for work.
At last, inspiration struck.
(brace yourself, this isn’t pretty)
The best analogy I’ve found so far is the mess and tangle you get when you turn over the head of the vacuum cleaner and discover random threads, long strands of hair, nameless fluff and sadly identifiable pieces of recent children’s meals snarled around the roller brush so badly that the only way to get it working again is to get the scissors out and hack apart the tangles until you have a sad little spread of dust and snippets on the floor and a reasonably clean roller ready to start spinning away again.
There is no way to save that promising gleaming strand of an idea, and those half-formed thoughts have been so thoroughly mixed up with the dust of everyday life that there is no way to sift them to clarity again.
I need to take a deep (mental) breath, sit myself down on the floor, and deal with the grunge.
Spring-cleaning – there is no escape.