Sing

I get the sense sometimes, like an instinct That there is some cohesive or networked narrative that describes me or my life. Could be my mantra or my title, or a name with implications. The title can not be known until it is done, and with no time like the present I make my way through switching ideas. No time to think, just do. But so far I haven’t done what I think is possible. How is it myself gets in the way of myself, preventing me from placing my narrative on teh page or letting other people in on the secret. I must learn to sing out.