Unanswered phone calls and blank pages

I don't answer my phone if I don't recognize the number on the caller ID.

A little of it is because I'm so used to credit card companies calling me offering me new features of a piece of plastic that would just perpetuate the agony of paying them off or bill collectors reminding me politely that I'm late on a payment.

Well, thinking about it further, sometimes when I recognize the caller ID, I don't even answer my phone. I just find it kind of annoying to be reached at any time of day, any where I am. I remember the days without cell phones, where you had to be conscientious about when you called and the frequency of your calls. Now seemingly, that etiquette has been thrown out the window.

My father always called his cell phone his doggy tag. Funny.

So I tell my friend Yune how I've been feeling overwhelmed lately about the magnitude of the things I want to write these days. Sometimes, I feel overwhelmed by this story. I wonder what Da Vinci felt, when he looked around the Cistine Chapel and saw a blank ceiling. Not that I can compare myself to Da Vinci. Wow. That was a horrible analogy. How about this. When I stand at a wonderful buffet, starving, but sometimes I don't know where to start, because there are so many good foods that I want to try.

There's always something to write, she answered to me. I only feel frustrated when I'm not near a computer or a pen.

I have a sign, to the right of where I sit in my office. In big bold letters, its states, 'you could be writing right now.' Like a lot of times in my life, I've found myself lately waiting for something to pick me up and take me where I want to go, instead of just moving and walking there myself. Whether it is fear of failure, fear of success, lack of motivation, or lack of inspiration, there's always some place to go. Some other place to move to. There's always something to write about. Even if it is this mindless drabble in a blog.