Or just feeling stuck, but not stuck at all. I’m looking around and nearly everyone’s got it nearly figured out; which leaves me, in a make-pretend stuck state. All I’m doing these days is thinking about my current favorite shipping, along a with semi-conscious awareness of my inability to produce good art hovering over me. 

I keep praying. I just keep praying. I will move forward. But right now, I’m pretending to be stuck. 

In a while, it will be time to go forth.