Everything is odd

This is my third attempt at a post tonight.

In reflection upon what I’d been writing earlier tonight, it would seem that I’m at an uncomfortable point with my craft. I want to get better and I know this, but the way I feel is in conflict with how the world is. I want to talk about it, to share this, but I must be afraid that it won’t be understood, or at least not in the way I wish to relay my current thoughts.

I am at odds. Not with anything I’m doing. I’m not going to stop writing or painting, or anything like that. But just at odds in my head and with how I handle myself in the world. It’s a strange place where I’m at right now.

Can I blame it on the weather?