Epiphany

If you have ever written anything in your life, whether it be fiction, non-fiction, a paper for school, a love letter, or an essay to get into the school of your dreams, you probably know what it feels like to meet up with that giant red brick wall that is writer's block. When you reach the wall, you are given one of two options. You can either walk away and try to find a different way some other time or you very slowly, painfully, and meticulously dig your way through the brick. 

The best feeling in the entire world for those of you who know what I'm talking about, is plodding through and coming back to your work a few days later and re-read it, only to discover that HOLY-CRAP-ON-A-CRACKER-THIS-SOUNDS-AMAZING!

I'm a self proclaimed writer, and albeit not a very good one, but I had this exact thing happen to me just moments earlier. My eager, happy-go-lucky, passionate, heart-driven side said that I should keep writing because I was on a roll. But my rational, boring, responsible, brain-driven side won. It told me that I need to sleep so I can get up in the morning and study for the NCLEX. Some more. 

(And of course fit some writing time in between.)