The act of sitting down and deliberately writing out your thoughts, prayers, struggles, etc has probably been tested by folks much smarter than myself to prove that it’s therapeutic. Writing something down gives it some sort of weight, some accountability (personal or otherwise) or at least something that if anything, you can put a check next to, cross off, or throw away when completed.

Remember that cool scene in Indiana Jones where Indy puts the log in the Nazi’s motorcycle tire, effectively tossing the Nazi-in-pursuit off his ride, coming to a screeching, rolling halt?

The metaphorical log has been shoved into the spokes of my mind, throwing me to a screeching halt. For one reason or another, I am unable to get my mind moving at even a fraction of the pace I was once running at. Is this a factor of the size of my proverbial box? I have pushed out of one box. I am more aware of my surroundings. This box is much larger, more complex, takes some more understanding. There are paintings on the walls, weird angles in the cardboard, and interesting feelings to the walls I’ve touched. Suddenly I feel less effective/able to influence what was in near proximity because the new rules and “how things work” of my new box dwarf the pace I was once racing at in my smaller, more simple box. Simple isn’t always better, though…

Is it better to move at a relative slow pace in a more effective world than move quickly in an easily influenceable world? Note that the influenceable world may or may not have the capacity for effectiveness.